Documenting my journey through the mental health system

I have terrible visions. Not just flashbacks, though that’s part of it. They play in my head like a movie, vivid and painful. I also see things. I can see the future, my future. I can see flashes of police and more imprisonment in hospitals. Subjecting me to weird experiments and injections. I am rather apathetic to everything right now, which might be a good thing.

I take the meds as prescribed. I have no affect. I’m not hearing any voices. But I see a lot. In my mind. I am quiet. I do my work. I work on my house. I bought another light fixture, the one for my room. I feel like a robot. A robot with advanced intuition and ability to feel everything to an absurd degree.

The visions play in my head and it feels like they’re really going to happen. It is so vivid. The madness of the law of attraction. What is in my mind, my mental state, becomes reality. At least in another universe. The multiverse. This always seemed so extremely rational.