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I thought it may be an interesting to initiate a conversation about being involuntarily incarcerated in an institution of mental concern as I believe many of us may have had the privilege of being determined to be a danger to ourselves and or others due to our beliefs, understandings, and experiences.
My personal experience follows extremely eventful combat deployments to very spiritually charged areas of Mesopotamia with my brothers that also claim the title of United States Marines. As I befouled my soul with the desecration, annihilation, and obliteration of life; my young mind experienced many physical manifestations of realms beyond that which is normally perceived by the profane. Although only one of my closest friends was lost to the controversial onslaught (watch 'Taking Chance' to watch a Hollywood depiction of his shell's return to the United States), many of my brothers were maimed, crippled and broken all around me.
To gain entry to the military controlled glass room of observation where I was involuntarily housed for three weeks before being chemically debased to be deemed worthy to be released into the medically compromised platoon, I only required a short conversation with the 'wizard' (psychologist) of 29 plams (MCAGCC) discussing my experience in the sandbox of decimation as well as my outlook for my foreseeable future...
My chemical debasement continued for another 3 months until my early release (2 months) from military service plus another 3 months into my civilian life where I decided that drooling on myself and staring at the wall until prompted to function was not an acceptable iteration of existence.
To remove myself from the cocktail of Zoloft, Seroquel, Serenace, Depakote, and Ambien; I purchased an ounce of marijuana, completely stopped taking these medications as everyone professional and personal warned not to quit 'cold-turkey' and spent the next three weeks with a joint in my mouth.
My mentality atrophied by governmentally sanctioned chemicals was slowly healed with 18 years of self medication, experimentation, and personal missteps...
Contemporarily I have (two months now) finally been able to remove all my chemical crutches from my daily intake: Alcohol, Nicotine, and THC. The vividity of existence has been magnified multiple times over allowing for a much deeper experience...
I guess the message here is:
BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ARE OPEN WITH, ESPECIALLY IF THEY HAVE THE POWER TO BANISH YOU INTO THE REALM OF CHEMICAL RETARDATION.
My personal experience follows extremely eventful combat deployments to very spiritually charged areas of Mesopotamia with my brothers that also claim the title of United States Marines. As I befouled my soul with the desecration, annihilation, and obliteration of life; my young mind experienced many physical manifestations of realms beyond that which is normally perceived by the profane. Although only one of my closest friends was lost to the controversial onslaught (watch 'Taking Chance' to watch a Hollywood depiction of his shell's return to the United States), many of my brothers were maimed, crippled and broken all around me.
To gain entry to the military controlled glass room of observation where I was involuntarily housed for three weeks before being chemically debased to be deemed worthy to be released into the medically compromised platoon, I only required a short conversation with the 'wizard' (psychologist) of 29 plams (MCAGCC) discussing my experience in the sandbox of decimation as well as my outlook for my foreseeable future...
My chemical debasement continued for another 3 months until my early release (2 months) from military service plus another 3 months into my civilian life where I decided that drooling on myself and staring at the wall until prompted to function was not an acceptable iteration of existence.
To remove myself from the cocktail of Zoloft, Seroquel, Serenace, Depakote, and Ambien; I purchased an ounce of marijuana, completely stopped taking these medications as everyone professional and personal warned not to quit 'cold-turkey' and spent the next three weeks with a joint in my mouth.
My mentality atrophied by governmentally sanctioned chemicals was slowly healed with 18 years of self medication, experimentation, and personal missteps...
Contemporarily I have (two months now) finally been able to remove all my chemical crutches from my daily intake: Alcohol, Nicotine, and THC. The vividity of existence has been magnified multiple times over allowing for a much deeper experience...
I guess the message here is:
BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ARE OPEN WITH, ESPECIALLY IF THEY HAVE THE POWER TO BANISH YOU INTO THE REALM OF CHEMICAL RETARDATION.