« Reply #3 on: September 27, 2024, 06:58:36 PM »
"LOL, we negotiated on a diagnosis and it was a tuff call.
I said the mental health issues are in the Narc's head.
I rallied to blame the Gov. for allowing that sh!t to happen.
I assumed the accountability of surviving life's horrors up to this day.
So we agreed to title my visit "Anxiety".
It's safe and effective in the annals of Shrink, Inc.
Here's the analysis:
I have this screaming, heartless zombie Narc Landlordess/former main squeeze on one side of my head threatening to ignore human life, and our history together and toss me into the street because she decided my usefulness as Narc Supply has expired.
On the other side of the Mind Fence is the Gov MOFOs who once made me homeless, endorses crime, stole my money, forced my RV out of the yard, shut down the old garage and tell their buddies that they're "Gonna get that guy" for flying his Freak Flag in the face of their tyranny.
And in the middle of all that dedicated Hi-Tone, low-vibrational Evil is a solitary Tello, clinging on to the belief that a basket half-full of Rights will prevail and that all the so-called Professionals and critics are full of sh!t, and are azzh@les for siding with the Enemy.
This is a pickle so sour that even the God of my choice has difficulty keeping up,
keeping score.
All I want is a MEDIATOR and still....no one stands up for me.
Boy are my feet tired.
Mindy said she will shine my shoes. That's a REAL PROFESSIONAL!
There is hope on a rope and I'm swinging with it."
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