The Resident was the only one worth speaking to that night. He was the only one perhaps because he didn't have an agenda. I remember speaking freely with him and finally feeling relief, as though I had finally found someone who was helping me. Here he was, stating what every common man would have stated "I don't think you have an illness, I think you just have a lot going on...".
Do you know what the sad part is... ? I was actually trying to explain everything freely, of my own free will and accord, but these people just kept forcing. Then they scribble more notes and write more papers that I cannot see. Deep down the whole time I instinctively knew there was data that was written wrong and it was being repeated through the System bringing harm to my person.
I remember the words of a so called 'doctor' at the end of the night as he left. I was sitting there at a loss. He repeated them more than once with a big grin on his face enjoying himself. I was left thinking: "That would be Crazier than I am". I even posted it to Facebook - just before my phone battery died.