He told me that despite the occasional bouts with paranoia and sudden shifts in personality, the valium and prozac have done a good job. It costs a lot to be rehabilitated this way, and I swear, my folks would’ve wished me dead if they have seen the bills for this particular confinement. But I bet they would’ve praised the high heavens too had they known that this practically came in for free!
Cost of Confinement: Great virtual (and pppirated tokens) of friendship with Markus. The man responsible for this whole lay-out.
Shrink broke into a wide smile, a great sigh (of relief, I bet) held my hand firmly in both hands and said, “Angel, my dear shizo, you’re finally getting your release papers.”
While I am possessed by the saner persona, I would like to bide my time paying tribute to all my ward mates, temporary and permanent.
Markus, Substance and Mud: This mental ward started with four patients. And three among them gamely allowed me to call them “mental patients”. We have seen the early beginnings of this hospital even while you were creating worlds of your own. I am bound to get my release papers soon, but rest assured that I will never forget those that have grown to become so dear to me. You guys are the queerest lot! Thank you.
Paul and Akira: From adrenaline to schizophrenia, you guys were there all the way. Your comments were the most insightful ones I’ve read. There were times when we’d end up arguing about a point, particularly those that dealt with my warped opinions on love, men and relationships. Still these deepened my reverence for your stronghold on principles and beliefs. You guys will always have my respect. In my mad world, you guys remained stable. Thank you for the wonderful insights.
Ivy, Denise, Kat and Nesak: Fellow psychos! You have added a playground on my tag board. I always looked forward to seeing your names on that tag because you never fail to bring the sunshine in on my often dark world. Thank you for putting up the blinds.
To all the others whom I’ve failed to mention, my apologies. And to all those who have passed by and preferred to quietly hack into my deranged mind, thank you.
One day I may accumulate enough resources to decorate a new home, but for the meantime, I will be looking at blank walls and live my life one day at a time.
Hats off to you everyone.
And with this, the psycho takes her last prozac, waits patiently for her release papers, gathers her duffel bag.
As the sun burns in the horizon, she walks steadily out of the gates of “Shizophrenia
