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Ursula Richardson shared a letter in the Fictional Inspirational stories group 1 months ago
Dear mental health
The thoughts in my brain are arguing again. The voices come from people I know, to the angels, to demons. It’s as if they know a secret that they only share with me.
I never felt special before. I was just a sheep on my way to the slaughter. When death feels imminent, you welcome it as a release from the monotamy of the daily struggle.
I worked a job before. Before the voices came to guide me. I was just a normal person.
No that I’m in a padded room..all I have are my thoughts intermingling with the voices from above.
They are the astral people, and they have a message. We are all one. That’s why if you hurt someone else, you are really hurting yourself.
We all have to evolve together. No one can leave until we all do.
Can you help me? Can I help myself? To try and rid myself of my past, I must conquer myself.
It is true that, to save the world you must save yourself.
In the cold room, I am but a popsicle contemplating my existence. In the cold. With only a hole in the room to relieve myself. Mental health I call you. Tell me what is real!
Thoughts can be a terrible thing!
Sincerely,
Just another lost soul
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