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I remember when I lost all control and ability to manage my outwardly expressed and seen behaviour. It was crippling as I skated far to close for human comfort, on my black hole of an abyss, almost obliviating but not quite thanks to my stubborn realism nature that always kicks in forcing me to become aware and face my ignorances.
I will always face whatever is necessary eventually in order to survive, or self-destructive tendencies become the price which has become too heavy a cost and burden to carry……. I just need to rehabilitate myself.
Every resource of communication seemed inaccessible at the start of this journey earliest posted entry being, February 2016, a complete malfunction when my clock lost the sense of reality, making time the challenge and kryptonite.
The best visual I can use to try to replicate for someone to comprehend what it looks like when this individual was not in her right mind, is something commonly seen in the movies, a rat placed in a bucket, trapped, being cooked from the outside.
When reading this collection of writings, remember this is the story of what societies literal words and way of understanding, is the mind of a neurologically and psychologically disabled females fight or flight for survival.
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