Honestly, what makes me Angry is i did not stand up to the hospital or my family when in fact the hospital prescribed spravato, mindwell failed failed failed to check my vitals before releasing me, and the ambulance picks me up and they blame ME. Not spravato, not mindwell, not the prescriber. Im the one who gets threatened and harassed, I never stood up to them, I never spoke the truth, and they bury it and blame me and my counselor. And thats why I cant talk to the hospital or my family. Because they are full of shit. They'll deny it till the end of time, but in fact they are full of shit.
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The voice on the phone was familiar to him and still talking, but he had stopped listening several minutes ago. She obviously didn't realize this because the cadence did not change. He was far away, floating somewhere far above where he lay sprawled on the floor, his tense hand still clutching the cold receiver in some sort of karate death grip. His breaths were slow and shallow, his body motionless, and from the vacant look in his eye, one might mistake him for dead and gone. But Eddie was very much alive on a physical level, even if emotionally he was numb. He could still hear her words in the distance. He didn't really need to hear them. He knew what the message was. In some sense he had seen this coming. He never acknowledged it, of course, but the gnawing dread, the feeling of falling, had been there in the background for quite some time. The words themselves were unimportant and expected, words like "time", "space", and "different". Yet s...
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