Impressed by this semi-poetry.
Hope it's okay to repost here. Found it on Facebook, written by someone named Eva Lilli.
// Trigger Warning: descriptions of psychiatric institutionalisation and medical trauma.
"May one write one's own journal?
There they sit in rows
Big bodies, heads down
The chairs can be stacked
And the floor is covered with linoleum
Some are drooling
Most faces paralyzed
They are so obese they can barely get up
The doctor says, "they are ill"
Because he needs research material—and data
That kind comes easily in his position
Scientific lies
And modern slavery
My friend was saved by chance
Tapered off after thirty years of industrial medical abuse
Saved right before the eternal abyss
No compensation in sight
Of course the system protects itself
Abuses the most vulnerable among us
Now she cannot manage on her own
Has lost too much time
She has a service dog—her lifeline and friend
People rush past her
Society has become a fatalistic glitter show
Too much for her vulnerable nervous system
She has suffered a brain injury
From years of vicious chemical experiments
But most days she's happy
Happy she got out...
Was she ever ill, though?
Absolutely not!
She was unlucky to have a frail father
And a violent mother
Such children are for sale
And as adults they are often abandoned without human rights
Many become a stack of meaningless papers
In a forgotten archive
Rest in peace to all our lost friends
And congratulations to the few who got out
Often, life is a matter of coincidences
Live it. 🌱"