HistoryloverSenior Contributor
Still broken
Folks, I'm thoroughly bewildered. I posted a couple of days ago about my suicidality and went on to give a slightly broader description of my ex-psychiatrist and my telepathic connection - and while all of my other posts received support, that one didn't. Does such a concept scare people so that they are afraid to acknowledge or wonder about it, or is it that I described evolution and perhaps others are religious and find the concept of evolution unacceptable. There must be a reason it received no support. I think it may have happened once before with a similar response? I can't remember exactly.
Why?
I am amazed that people are so dismissive or doubtful of telepathy. It happens to everyone in subtle ways which occur without identification as telepathy, but is a simpler form. Most psychiatrists know it is real. They simply choose to gaslight.
I am writing because I don't know what to do. My ex-psychiatrist 'stitched me up' thoroughly while pretending to be my friend. I really can't survive much longer - and he knows it. I am just limping on until I have served his purpose. As previously stated, every time I think of suicide he sends me a 'Don't' message. And so I don't. When I start to feel well again, I begin to hope that something good will turn out, but it won't, and the reality of my situation again overwhelms me. He has methodically sabotaged my entire life while I followed his instructions to the letter. I really can't keep going much longer and that causes me such overwhelming sadness. I had so much living to do and wanted to achieve so much more. I don't know how he could do this to me or to anyone else. Someone said in recent weeks – 'that's what abusers do. They take up where previous abusers left off'. I guess that's why he became a psychiatrist. Not only is the mind his playground where he is able to do things which impress other psychiatrists, he had a whole lot of vulnerable people asking for help and he could play the helper while helping himself. I'm broken and don't know what to do.
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