mickey and i met an ageing hippy today. he was well-spoken, high-functioning, passionate about his politics, and the primary carer for his wife. he also drank alot. then he had a few seizures and somehow ended up at broadie psych inpatients. now as far as i know people don't get assessed by CATT and section 12'd for a month just for seizures. and he did seem a bit tangential to me, as well as being very difficult to interrupt; and his self-esteem was just that smidgeon too high for a person in his position.
ahh, mania and psychosis. what wonderful tricks the mind gets up to when you let it slip. and with it, the lack of insight makes this burden a blessing! how wonderful it would be to carry on and not know responsibility? sometimes i envy them. luckily i can wield the act and section them and drug them and shackle them with partial insight. ahh, i am a sinner. this is my confession and i repent. but i know i will commit it again.
i am in a strange mood tonight. scattered. filled with anxiety.
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