Lost

being lost in the woods was a purification after that horrible experience in the hospital. There were no people, no meds, no hospital food, nothing. I was free and alone.

But lost. And someone found me and I’ve heard a few different stories about this, people talking.

and I know there was a whole lot of bullshit beng said and I know that I was overdosed on Seroquel 3 times and praying to St Benedict saved my life each time.

and then there was a shot that didn’t seem right, it was supposed to be Abilify but it didn’t look anything like an Abilify shot. It gave me diarrhea and did something BIZARRE and terrifying to my eyes. So I was going around calling myself a botch. I was scared to look at anybody.

I thought if they put me in an ambulance they would kill ne in the back. The fears were out of control. I was terrified of a lethal injection in the middle of the night.

the alien fantasies saved me.

it is a fact that there was an alien present here last October, 2021, and that’s what I wanted help with. But that’s not what I got. Looking back from now, I don’t really know how to think about the visions and conjectures I had or made regarding aliens while I was in the hospital. It was all saving for me but I am not seeing any of it here now. Things get blown way out of proportion on a psych ward. And as I remember the Alien4 did say goodbye when I got here. As far as I am aware he is not here now: but I wasn’t aware of his presence before until he chose to reveal himself.

I would like to have the FBI here to secure this place. Surely there is a protocol for this situation.

I believe that my father constantly films me in here and would have a record of the entire incident and all the days leading up to it.

This is shocking.

also, my worst fear since going to Horsham in 2020, and it did appear again at the hospital in Reading, is that everyone would leave and i’d be left behind, locked in with no way out, no water, no phone…