Let’s see…. once upon a time a girl was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, stuffed full of pills and given the diagnoses of Bipolar, rapid cycling. It only took a night for the prescription of heavy anti-psychotics and just a week for the diagnosis. Is that natural?
Fast forward—save all the gory details—a decade later, here she sits surrounded in the biweekly load of laundry and scattered dishes, empty bottles of gatorade and those craft projects in progress from years ago.
Those pills gave me nothing but a seizure disorder and a series of doctors sponsored to stuff me full of whatever “science” has made for market in swallow form. In the years of trying to become pain-free sane, I lost all connection to my friends and family. All connection to external reality.
In trying to rectify the situation, all the money that went into using me as a lab rat was tripled and thrown my way to reawaken the light I did once show. Too late? God knows.
I felt it after that last seizure. I felt and saw the light and darkness within and surrounding me. Caused by me. Yet here I am again. Sitting on my couch wondering… where I might belong. Where the fuck… how the fuck do I keep going wrong.
For the millionth time, I’m sorry. Just fucking forgive me or kill me. Purge a story isn’t working for me…
I welcome the comfort of strangers. Or if you’re miserable, tell me, how might I help you?
Pocket Printer by Zuta Labs
Not only a portable design, but able to print on any size page.
it finally feels like 2014
Every once in a while there’s an invention you never knew you always needed.
THIS IS A KICKSTARTER!
And it needs funding!