The Highland Council have triggered me back into my racing thoughts recently, external triggers. I keep having outbursts of emotion, pacing, headaches, feeling sick, but the UK government don’t think I’m disabled enough. Or ever did. They’re sending me to court to prove I was disabled for what I’m experiencing now and need social work for in 2018. The police said “Highland Council weren’t trying to hurt you”. They’ve had letters about my housing situation and my disabilities for the past 7 years before this crisis?
They’re just trying to cover it up. It’s obvious. I mean “I called the police on you”, erm… why? I’ve never committed a crime? Even the police in 2018 high-fived me in A&E and said “if anyone can change the mental health system it’s you”. Yeah, that’s not the way to hurt me I’m afraid. You can try… but erm. Yeah. I have real CPTSD. Sorry about that. Maybe people shouldn’t have been horrible to me in life. There’s a law you know. It’s legal to speak up against injustice in Scotland. This is injustice. No, unfortunately I always used to write to hide from my traumas. Yeah. But you know what? People have a breaking point.
I laugh. Because it’s funny. Now I know why Ernest Hemingway isolated himself in a cabin when he was swinging from a high to a low in a single day.
Back to the spiritual realm we go soon…
It’s great, when institutions are horrible to you isn’t it? They mess with the wrong woman and booom. She explodes with mood swings and PTSD attacks. I mean, do you really want that?
Or do you just like discriminating against mental illness and abused women? Hmm… I don’t know what the answer is. I can see beyond your manipulation and It’s. Not. Going. To. Work. With. Me.
This is the effect. Ta-da. I just listen to Hemingway from now on. Not small minds.
I don’t trust you anymore. Don’t be silly.
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