Blog entry from a schizophrenic.
I haven't been shipped off to hospital; I narrowly avoided it. Which, yay! My episode is still going on, though I'm having more lucidness than before. Hence the reason I'm currently writing this.
We're looking at getting an emotional support dog; I met her yesterday, and she's just a sweetheart. A doberman X rottweiler cross. She's only a pup - 8 months old - but I'm excited to be able to train her. She reminds me of Jack and Louie, my two elderly pups who passed late last year.
God is still calling for me. He wants me to come home, and I want to go home. But everyone around me is preventing me from doing so; they're selfish. They're working with the devil. I need to get out, but I'm unsure how.
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