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Offline Tess Anderson

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Reflections nine months after his stay in a mental hospital:

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AlabamaLibrul (530 posts)      Thu Nov-11-10 04:15 PM
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Pride in the Name of Love, Or: How I learned to stop worrying and hate the mental hospital
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I ended up there after taking a metric shitton of benzodiazepines (think Valium or Xanax) and wine and trying to ride the Ninja 500 into oblivion.

They ended up tapering me off the prescribed Ativan cold turkey and putting me on Zyprexa, or olanzapine, basically Seroquel's kissing cousin. Like that's supposed to help me with the anxiety. All it did was make me sleep through my mandatory substance abuse sessions and stay longer because of it. I despise antipsychotics so much. They caused side effects that lasted for months.

A phone call every three days.

It was early January, and I had just interviewed at a photography studio. Turns out I got the job, but missed my first day there that I didn't know I had. It was a $25 an hour job.

Now I'm unemployed again, back on assistance, and drinking and smoking again. As they say sarcastically, "feels good, man". It's been nine months to the day since I got out.

And so it is.

Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride

In the name of love
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love
What more in the name of love...


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Yet they claim to be the ones to know all and demand we follow their wishes.

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Another liberal with mental problems.  Didn't see that coming.
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Another liberal with mental problems.  Didn't see that coming.
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Another liberal with mental problems.  Didn't see that coming.

That we have to pay for...didn't see that one coming either.
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I get the feeling he blames the mental hospital for causing him to lose a job... not the fact that he tried to off himself.  :mental:

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They ended up tapering me off the prescribed Ativan cold turkey...

You cannot be tapered off of something cold turkey.
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Sure uses a lot of five-syllable words to say he's a loser.

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AlabamaLibrul (530 posts)      Thu Nov-11-10 04:15 PM
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Pride in the Name of Love, Or: How I learned to stop worrying and hate the mental hospital
 Edited on Thu Nov-11-10 04:16 PM by AlabamaLibrul
It was early January, and I had just interviewed at a photography studio. Turns out I got the job, but missed my first day there that I didn't know I had. It was a $25 an hour job.
Now I'm unemployed again, back on assistance, and drinking and smoking again. As they say sarcastically, "feels good, man". It's been nine months to the day since I got out.
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