It is becoming apparent that mentally ill people do not end well and the same will probably happen to me. Meaning they die an unjust, untimely, and painful death. At least that’s what happened to people around me.
But is there such thing as a ‘good’ end? Please read on.
Story number one. Yesterday I learned that Aunt Sally’s brother, who is schizophrenic died in a Christian nursing home. Cause of death was heart attack. Here’s the flipside: the man had diabetes and hypertension. And yet the nursing home was feeding him (and other patients, they later found out) with overdose of antipsychotics. This is practically MURDER.
I totally knew why. Because of their incapacity and incompetency in caring for the mentally ill, they inappropriately intoxicate the patients with all kind of pills. When they become drowsy and dizzy they become vulnerable and controllable. P.s. the pills also raise your heartbeat. I tried them.
Story number two. This happened way back, but I only knew this year. My best friend’s brother swallowed poison and died, not exaggerating. He was depressed.
Once again, I have had three different diagnoses. It shows me that whether schizophrenia, depression, or manic-depression is just labels that ‘certified’ people put on you. Not sure which diagnosis is correct but what is true is that my life is not in a good place.
Question: does anyone know of anyone who has led a ‘normal’ life, or at least did not die in the asylum? Any thought/input to this?
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P.s. I had different thoughts that vary in nature. That’s why I put them out in separate posts.
This will be the last for the day.
I’ve heard of many people who were depressed as a youngster but made it through and are at least mildly successful today (i.e., they have a home, job, etc., and not much too complain about). One can certainly recover from depression and move forward in their life.
I certainly hear you on the “feed em pills” story.
My dad had Alz. and he had to be put in a home when it became impossible for us to deal with him.
They fed him pills all day/night, said he needed them, and from our experience, he did, but that wasnt the worst of it. One night he fell out of bed and they refused to call an ambulance despite him vomiting and complaining of bad pain. He had broken bones (ribs).
yes, they control people with pills.
I know a guy who died, and I feel like the asylum played a large part in that by drugging him heavily.
I also know a lot of people who seem stuck, unhealthy and passive (including myself), and are on pills.
I know three people who have weaned themselves of the pills and are now radiant, on the move, and inspiring.
This is all anecdotal. To me, the bottom line is that if you want to live long, and if you want to live happily, a healthy lifestyle is a good place to start. And I just can’t really see strong psychotropic medication being a part of that.