A new child is born(Poetic thoughts of my Insanity)
Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2003 8:00 am
Hello all. I have gathered enough stem and nerve to attempt to
explain my thoughts on this morning of rain. And if I lost you on that first sentence,its OK,I just want to let you know you would probably be better off reading something else. But,for the curious and unstable...Please stay.Of course all is welcome.Just be warned ...your IQ may drop alittle after reading this.
(I am a paranoid one)
Sometimes I think to myself,what is true? What is Fantasy? I ponder and ponder this never ending question. You see,I have found that it is better to waste life away by pondering unanswerable questions and driving myself and those around me insane. I once thought I had it all figured out. Truth was what was told to me by my parents,the bible,and significant other authority figures. And Fantasy(or lies)was what I thought was correct most of the time.Life was pleasant then.All was calm. I accepted life as I was told to.
Then it all changed. Right about the same time as puberty,I stumbled upon a artist named Jim Morrison. And Jim and I had many of fine nights together. But,along with Jim came his idea's. And soon I found myself taking drugs and doing acid. (Note to parents:The Doors music did not lead to this...My insanity and insecurity did) And along with the use of drugs...I started to "expand my mind"which as you can tell did not work very well. So I became to question my own existance. Such questions as"How do I know I am alive"and"Is this all a dream"began to plague me daily. And as I questioned myself,I realized that I do not know the answers. I had learned in school that the human mind can operate for up to 5 to 10minutes after death. Now,I do not know about yourselves,but,I have had dreams that lasted for only 2 or 3 minutes that seemed like forever. So,If I can have a dream that lasts for 3minutes and it seems to last forever...Who's to say 5minutes could not be a lifetime? And then I learned about the possibilities of ghosts. What this introduced me to,was the concept of ghosts not knowing they are dead. So as most dumb kids with good imaginations would,my wheels started to turn."If I cannot tell when I have died...And my Brain can last in a dreamstate for up to 10minutes...How can I truely know I am alive?"I would ask myself this daily..and to this day I still do.
So years later I end up going to see a psychiatrist because,I am having panic attacks from these never ending questions. They tell me..I have a panic disorder and agoraphobia. And blame most of my problems on my childhood. (I had a rough one just ask around) And now I am on 125mgs of Seroquel and 300mgs of Zoloft. And to a degree,as sane as I once thought I was....I now feel insane. And yes the question still looms..."How do you know you are alive?"
Mail me if you want to hear more...Because I am a newbie to this and I do not feel the need to fully disgrace myself ...yet. Hence a child is Born. Hello all!
explain my thoughts on this morning of rain. And if I lost you on that first sentence,its OK,I just want to let you know you would probably be better off reading something else. But,for the curious and unstable...Please stay.Of course all is welcome.Just be warned ...your IQ may drop alittle after reading this.
(I am a paranoid one)
Sometimes I think to myself,what is true? What is Fantasy? I ponder and ponder this never ending question. You see,I have found that it is better to waste life away by pondering unanswerable questions and driving myself and those around me insane. I once thought I had it all figured out. Truth was what was told to me by my parents,the bible,and significant other authority figures. And Fantasy(or lies)was what I thought was correct most of the time.Life was pleasant then.All was calm. I accepted life as I was told to.
Then it all changed. Right about the same time as puberty,I stumbled upon a artist named Jim Morrison. And Jim and I had many of fine nights together. But,along with Jim came his idea's. And soon I found myself taking drugs and doing acid. (Note to parents:The Doors music did not lead to this...My insanity and insecurity did) And along with the use of drugs...I started to "expand my mind"which as you can tell did not work very well. So I became to question my own existance. Such questions as"How do I know I am alive"and"Is this all a dream"began to plague me daily. And as I questioned myself,I realized that I do not know the answers. I had learned in school that the human mind can operate for up to 5 to 10minutes after death. Now,I do not know about yourselves,but,I have had dreams that lasted for only 2 or 3 minutes that seemed like forever. So,If I can have a dream that lasts for 3minutes and it seems to last forever...Who's to say 5minutes could not be a lifetime? And then I learned about the possibilities of ghosts. What this introduced me to,was the concept of ghosts not knowing they are dead. So as most dumb kids with good imaginations would,my wheels started to turn."If I cannot tell when I have died...And my Brain can last in a dreamstate for up to 10minutes...How can I truely know I am alive?"I would ask myself this daily..and to this day I still do.
So years later I end up going to see a psychiatrist because,I am having panic attacks from these never ending questions. They tell me..I have a panic disorder and agoraphobia. And blame most of my problems on my childhood. (I had a rough one just ask around) And now I am on 125mgs of Seroquel and 300mgs of Zoloft. And to a degree,as sane as I once thought I was....I now feel insane. And yes the question still looms..."How do you know you are alive?"
Mail me if you want to hear more...Because I am a newbie to this and I do not feel the need to fully disgrace myself ...yet. Hence a child is Born. Hello all!