Yes, I am still captive (in a very literal sense), within the walls of a psychiatric unit. I won’t complain, but of course i would earnestsly love some of my friends to visit. It’s been too long, and that, is even true for the days i haven’t been here, in hospital as well.
It’s a strange kind of hollow feeling of callousness to know many of you know my situation and have not reched out. But my elegant faith, simple heart and belief in the divine, sustiain me. In differing ways, and on many new days the world gifts me. On a positive note,there is many a good time, in silence, to pray, be thakful, meditate, do a good deed or many other positive acts.
Hospital life, and especially the burden of being cut off from regular activites and foods, company and friendships that help the mind and body: (as this is a matter of huge importance to any living entity) , over time here, slowly grows, slowly increases, and is is eager to amplify and force upon me, things i know in my gut, heart, and mind, are of no good to me, (for examplee the emotion of hatred) and these drugs they try to give me, ARE in fact vastly detrimental to me and my state of being and becoming and achieving a heathlier, happier version of myself.
For elegancies sake, i shall leave this message quite short.
Praying and hoping for all who know and sympathise with my situation, and good and warm tidings to all, even to all who could not seem to care less, I send praysrs and wishings, of peace to you, too!
The Humble Rock Dove 