It's amazing what a little creative suffering along with a pocket full of common sense will do to a human

I'm sick. Whenever I eat something my stomach turns and I belch aggressively, assuming I can keep it down. I'm having real trouble recognizing people, but I sure recognize the nasty dogs of man entering my life. This last time I went non-compliant with my meds it was as if people were intentionally suggesting I be ill, all the time. They wouldn't allow me to sleep, or eat, it was as if they had a script for how my illness should manifest itself. I know the losers that don't believe in ghosts will question what I'm writing, but I'm past the state of denial. They have come to need me as bipolar, even when it isn't true. (it's 99% suggestion if you must know)

I'm convinced that creative suffering plays a large part of post-treatment suffering. The more we are expected to do results in suffering when we are immobile. The enlightened gods that know what's right for an individual are just in a state of perpetual creative suffering, and are in no position to treat the ill. This is turning into a rant about maltreatment, it's like I work for my demons these days.