Psychiatrist
tremors
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New boy, eh?
Tell me were you trained in the Adolf Hitler school of healthcare?
You clearly think my mind is your property
One in ten of you have heard the word compassion
The rest, I wouldn't piss on if you were alight
Just me and you, behind closed doors
You must be fucking joking if you think I'll ever shut up about this
I'll not rest until your profession is abandoned, humiliated and bereft
In the meantime, I have better things to do than this
See you in three months
Tell me were you trained in the Adolf Hitler school of healthcare?
You clearly think my mind is your property
One in ten of you have heard the word compassion
The rest, I wouldn't piss on if you were alight
Just me and you, behind closed doors
You must be fucking joking if you think I'll ever shut up about this
I'll not rest until your profession is abandoned, humiliated and bereft
In the meantime, I have better things to do than this
See you in three months
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Send my credentials to the house of detention
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empowered words... :thumbup:
My experience
disappointing at best and where is the heart?
How can you ever even think to help someone when you can not feel them?
My experience
left us cold
Sad but it's just a job to most, a person just a thing ... detached
when people need much more
My experience
my people
needed much much more
Yeah I know Pandi - where is the heart? Your people needed more, deserved better. Everyone they meet, everyone they 'treat' deserves better.
(have edited some of this out - I don't really want to get into Moving Train territory, I have some opinions, but I'm not sure this is the place for them - some other time!)
Send my credentials to the house of detention
write your way out
meaning...
create your own world so to speak. dangerous? some believe so. can you stay there forever? yeah you could. but you gotta come out every once in awhile to function in this society we're in. i do not do well here in normal society horse shit-ville. i do well in "chadwick realm". i live and breathe my way, i stay quiet and associate with few people and am hidden most days. i do not understand the outside world, the world beyond my skin. the distance to the earth is known, true. but pollution, war, slayings and species ceasing to exsist, onward and so forth...no.
can i function in day to day life? barely.
i guess writing is from inside out
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Funnily enough, when I was writing that 'Reverence' thread, although there weren't many pieces in it in total, each one got me to reflect on a different part of my experience, and started to become the basis for some ideas for work, some more radical anti-establishment stuff (my work focuses on improving mental health services these days - policy, writing etc). The creative writing in that thread really sharpened up my own thinking about the system and my experience of it - and that has been informing my work. So, the writing here helps me I think - and like you say, you can create your own world away from the external forces in your life.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I don't miss this at all, I do however miss the meds.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Send my credentials to the house of detention
thank you, tremors.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce