The Story From A Broken Mind
When does the pain stop?
Or maybe I should ask, when did the pain start.
When I was a child did I hate the world, like now.
Why do we always laugh at the sitcom guy that nothing ever goes right for?
When you know their pain you don’t laugh.
When was the last time I truly laughed at anything.
Maybe it was when the pain was lifted.
Most every day I feel the lowest of lows, kind of like one long nightmare. Like someone has turned off my joy and just let the pain, hurt and depression run wild. It is to the point where I don’t know what pain is real and what pain was made up by my hallucinations to keep me locked inside of this box. Look out side the box a reader might say. Get a grip. But its not the box that is broken, it is the mind that makes it real that is broken. Your eyes only see what the mind wants.
Sadly I walk the path of my brokenness.
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.” – Philip K. Dick
“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” — Doctor Who
“The only valid censorship of ideas is the right of people not to listen.” – Tom Smothers
“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.” ― George Orwell
“If you don’t work on important problems, it’s not likely that you’ll do important work”. – Richard Hamming
“Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.” – Orwell