LogicalConclusion
Experienced
- Jun 2, 2019
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My day has been really shit so far because I've been feeling quite ill and I slept a lot but still just want to crawl back into bed. My skin hurts and I feel weak and nauseous, but I know there's nothing physically wrong with me; my brain just does this sometimes. I call it "brain fever" because my brain gets overwhelmed and it comes out as feeling sick, usually with fever symptoms and consequent delirium that goes with it. So I don't really know what is going on, but it doesn't help that somehow my brain brought up my life before the cult situation...I used to be a wandering minstrel and played at bars, in a talent show, and on the streets. Made some decent money, bought a lot of drugs; it was all I had to keep me going. I became decently well-known and close to the homeless population because I was essentially homeless myself, but my friend gave me a place to stay...I miss performing for them because they truly appreciated it and I was glad to bring any kind of joy into their lives. I still regret not being able to do more to fight the city for murdering my friends through lack of shelters and letting people freeze on the streets. But I digress...
Every now and then, I get in these reminiscing moods and listen to my old recordings, trying to relive what were some of the better days in my life. After the talent show, I was supposed to perform between sets at a 3-day festival that my brother's gf's family runs. But then everything went downhill fast after I met Frank. There's so much I don't even remember, but the feelings of terror, the sleep- and food-deprivation, social isolation, criticism/confession sessions sometimes 12+hrs long...there's no going back to how I was before. I am completely physiologically and psychologically changed. And I can't afford the treatment I would need because it's not covered by any insurance at this time.
So here I am, listening to old recordings, cursing the world for killing my friends while leaving me here on this miserable rock flying through space, wishing I could've done more with my life. I think it was during the time that I was an active performer that I actually had ideas about a future. Now that's all destroyed and 7yrs of fighting to get out, fighting to get treatment, fighting to be heard, has gotten me next to nowhere. It's not going to get better and I'm tired of carrying this weight anyway. Too much death and pain, I'm so done with it all. I hate feeling like everything, every hope I ever had, has been ripped away. I wish I could get back into music again, even just for myself, but whenever I try it just makes me aware of the void where my soul once lived.
Sorry, I just wanted to get this out somewhere and I appreciate you reading
Every now and then, I get in these reminiscing moods and listen to my old recordings, trying to relive what were some of the better days in my life. After the talent show, I was supposed to perform between sets at a 3-day festival that my brother's gf's family runs. But then everything went downhill fast after I met Frank. There's so much I don't even remember, but the feelings of terror, the sleep- and food-deprivation, social isolation, criticism/confession sessions sometimes 12+hrs long...there's no going back to how I was before. I am completely physiologically and psychologically changed. And I can't afford the treatment I would need because it's not covered by any insurance at this time.
So here I am, listening to old recordings, cursing the world for killing my friends while leaving me here on this miserable rock flying through space, wishing I could've done more with my life. I think it was during the time that I was an active performer that I actually had ideas about a future. Now that's all destroyed and 7yrs of fighting to get out, fighting to get treatment, fighting to be heard, has gotten me next to nowhere. It's not going to get better and I'm tired of carrying this weight anyway. Too much death and pain, I'm so done with it all. I hate feeling like everything, every hope I ever had, has been ripped away. I wish I could get back into music again, even just for myself, but whenever I try it just makes me aware of the void where my soul once lived.
Sorry, I just wanted to get this out somewhere and I appreciate you reading