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Who is the master of my mind?
Sneak attack, simple laymen didn’t stand a chance. I mean.
Whacha goin do when the thoughts thatcha have start makin too much sense?
Euphoria engulfed me, enthrallment ensued, a slave to baser instinct, let my impulses rule
over all my major actions. Motives got confused. Convinced I’d found my purpose, while I’m blinded to the fool
I’d become. Just another lunatic forced to the inpatient.  Told!
I need fistfuls of medication else my sanity is certainly in danger.
Says who? Their information’s basic. Anecdotes at best. Yah, sure, their shit gets me stable
If I don’t mind the zombified pharmaceutical feel. [No deal] On this issue, I’m immobile.
Till I’ve explored all alternates at my disposal. Doctors might ignore it, but I know deep in my soul
That control’s crafted, with an array of many tools and imma forge some weapons, build some skills we will see who rules my head!

Oh my god, I can’t believe I was so childish. Arrogantly ignoring the closest thing there is
to science.  In its entirety. Just cuz one recommended med cocktail caused me unease?
Please, if there is a take-away here it’s not to follow my lead gettin deeper and deeper
into a falsely perceived sense of security. Meds are weapons, wield ‘em wisely.
Don’t act like me, naive ‘lil SOB with delusions of what it means to be coping correctly. 
Consumed by the idea there’s some combination of variables I can shape to mitigate the crazy!
Safely, [breath] and med free. Ya, sure ma. I’ll take ‘em if I need ‘em. Not like last time. I swear it.
This time I am prepared.  Famous last words.
God damn it, motherfuckin piece of shit disorder. Pull  the wool over my eyes again, cause’n me to ignore
concerning behaviors…second nature to verbally attack anyone I remotely disagree with! [red flag]
Smashed! Can’t be distracted with inefficient thought. Not when I need all focus to connect the dots!
Now my noggin’s good and primed, I’ll make a mock up of your mind and target every insecurity at once. Fuckin, dare me…
 
It’s been a minute, since I’ve embarked upon my quest. Missteps, I’ve made a ton, on this path to come correct.
Mindset miss calibrated; thinkin all the meds ‘er toxic…that’s a way to get confined with crazies flaunting diagnostic 
Indicators, and then medded [drugged] to a tater. That’s the cost of obstinance. It kept me outta danger.
But there is a better way here, like not a zombie state n’ avoid the psych in-mate thing…just gotta educate
ourselves. Attack the bookshelves. Define the bullshit within and pay attention for it. That’s how you begin this war.
Be aware. Know your foe Look for weakness. Brace for threats with diet, fitness, routine, outlets,  
and meds too. Ya know? Do whatcha gotta do to subdue the demon in you.
Fine tune my coping grind. A small dose so I don’t cross the line. Not all that doc advises. What I need to get right. [GET RIGHT!]

I am the master of my mind! |||| Cope a lot, med a bit. That’s how I keep it in-line.
Psychiatry be straight up lyin! |||| Hype sedation as a cure and then call it science.
Stability is not prescribed! |||| It’s a lifestyle, healthy living is the design.
Treatment is our job to define...

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