I remember when I was in the psych ward and all those people that I've made friends with.. We shared odd thoughts like cameras in the metal of the gates, audio recorders in the trees, that we will see each other again in other lives...

Very confusing to me and I can't let those thoughts go. But I don't put too much meaning into them because hell, it was a psych ward. No one wants to be in a psych ward as much as I felt safe to unravel my thoughts in there..

Cuz the real world is where you thrive.. If I was back in the psych ward, I would own my mind and feel like I don't need to be there.. It's time to be in the REAL WORLD. I made it. I was saved. I'm the lucky one that didn't have to go back even though it took a few times of rehabilitation.

I write here still which is ok. Talking about recovery and doinnggg thingss.. etc.. It's cuz the psychosis was environmental idk.. So I'm still in the environment.. interested in psychedelics, the unknown, afterlife, death.. my mom having cancer.. it's all things I think about and constant energy flowing through my brain.. wondering if my consciousness even originates in my brain. What ever I believe is likely to come true.. and there's always exceptions to everything.. It's quite crazy if you think about it so the best thing to say is that everyone is like me.