"My feelings about being on the Haytor Unit"

Has it really gotten this bad? That we surround ourselves with the mentally sick in order to get well? We call this a first world society but the truth is we are are one big tribe of unsophisticated, delusional, lonely workers...

I finally awakened to society and saw it for what it truly is and what happens? I get dragged straight back into this sick reality only to be thrown imprisonment among others who are just suffering... This isnt treatment, this is mental torture, these people have been labeled and judged to an extent where they believe it themselves, so they create alter egos In order to function normally.

My time spent in the Haytor unit cannot be defined, I saw tired people, people working for people working for people, they did things without love or care, they only wanted money without value to buy materialistic things to impress people they don't even know or like.

They forced anti-psychotics down my throat and tested me like a lab rat, these poor souls didn't want any of this, but are only obeying to those who are also one ying...

The staff were faceless, the patients were existing in alternative realities, the food was horrifically unhealthy but the accommodation was acceptable. My bed would be made and everything done for me as if I was incapable of doing so myself.

I had no control whatsoever and the pills brought back my IBS and made me feel hazy and drunk, my mentors knew nothing about me and didn't care, this place is formed out of pain and suffering and that's all anyone will experience while being there, no matter how hard they try to conceal it.

I'm not here only to complain but to rather open your eyes. Don't go there, these so called 1st world countries are cancerous to mother earth, I'd rather move to Uganda and live under a rock than be here... Strangely enough I feel like returning back to the unit as I feel at home there, it feels like the only place I am capable of existing in in this country... You might as well throw half the population in there with me so we can all die together...

I'm not just another patient. I am no less significant than anyone else, everyone is their own personal god and this reality would have been their blank canvas, might as well go back to watching television and working for a life my entire life so I can pay to have a life while I work it away.

Change is coming.