Saturday, October 20, 2018

I should be in a crisis stabilization unit.

I sought admission to one a few weeks ago, but there wasn't availability.  I have mostly had it and need some time off from living at the shelter, even if it's only for a few days.

The ER offered to try to have me placed at an actual mental hospital, since I had said that my suididality (never far from me since then conglomerate started persecuting me in 2010) was taking over my thoughts.  I didn't want to be that confined or take that much time from my efforts to obtain work and housing, so I didn't.  It is also always much less troublesome to gain admission to a mental hospital than to leave it; you never know what they might decide to do when you're there.

I'm mentioning this because people should reduce their expectations of me for a while.  It's stressful to be conversing with people who are at the apex of the world's power, about issues that determine the fate of millions of people, even when you don't have your own major problems.  

It is supposed to be stressful to have those conversations.  It's not supposed to have a narcotic effect of feeling glamourous or ensconced in personal power.

I wish that I had more formal education than I do.  I am not unaware of how much responsibility it is to meddle in the world's decisions.  I am glad that I'm not making the final decisions, and I hope that nothing that I say or do is ever the immediate impetus for those decisions.  

When I'm not so infused with anger that I can't stop raging, I try to speak from my conscience.