I submit that when I was in the institute of mental health (IMH), I was under a sort of spiritual attack.
I was going in and out of dancing, and singing, in a trance-like state.
I communed with my inner soul; my inner self; my inner-spirit; God.
I heard the words, I heard the music. I bobbed along, I responded, I reacted.'
And I was drugged into submission - submit to being 'normal'. Stop hearing your conscience:
Mania, they called it.
Spirituality, I say.
God is my 'mental illness'. Take that, IMH.
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