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Familia

(Tenacious)

Today is Friday November 13, 2020 5:22 p.m. It's a cloudy murky day. A day that will not invoke inspiration, nor a good mood for that matter. A day that express despair. Yet my mood could not be more the opposite of this day. I feel as my mood might shed light on this day. I have a very optimistic mind set. I have experienced something today that I haven't felt in a long time. I got in touch with family who would love nothing more then for me to be part of the family. My auntie Hortencia. Tracked her down. Due to my tenacity I have now contact with my grandpa R C, H C, J B, G B. I actually made contact with my blood. I'm finally reconnecting with someone who reminds me of my self when looking at the pictures. I finally start to track down my lineage and start a family tree. Heck, maybe even stumble upon a family crest. Thank you God for giving me the strength to Triumph over any obstacle the devil has set forth in my path, both familiar and strange face alike. In the strive to remain vigilant and remain on the road of righteousness towards progress. I feel a bit more complete. The void in my heart no longer has an bottomless pit. There may be a way of not filling that void, but to no longer acknowledge that it's there for there is nothing out of place. For all can be right. Not in the universe, but within myself.Today I stand proud for I have won another battle. Another battle in the endless War of living and breathing, even if it's just for another day. Good night, sleep well, for all is right in the universe.This is a written look into my psyche, life, mind, and soul. MIND OVER BODY, SOUL OVER MIND, HEART OVER ALL.

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Forgiveness

“After seeking help”

You must focus on the good times and not the bad. Otherwise you'll remain unbalanced and that is not good. I have now learned to forgive all those I had resentment for. In that form I can introduce stability in my life. My illness of anxiety is inherited from mother. It's okay, since I now realize I can beat the odds by figuring out how to ask for help. Help in support, help in moral stand point threw therapy. I realize now that I just have more reasons to be grateful but still need more help in the way of helping my wife. So today I'm going to do the best and become the rock she needs. Help by making her promise me and in return to attend more online support group meeting. I know one will make a difference. There fore helping her make the right decision in reaching our goal for a normal life. House, bank account, Driver licenced, credit cards, the whole nine yards. That is what we strive for 👍. Finally I have a proper goal. Thank God for all is getting better. Mind over body, soul over mind, heart over all.

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A letter of establishment of my writings.

I am creating a log/ record of my struggle of my mental illness. I am making 4 piece series of just my life dealing with mental illness.

#1 Before Realizing I Needed Help.

#2 Before seeking help

#3 after seeking help

#4 end result.

These writings are just my mental state at the time when writing. I am trying to simply log my journey. I am now currently seeking help.  Within the next month I will be finally receiving the proper help and will start writing the start of the my new chapter of both my manuscript and life.

I am no longer in the state of mind F.Y.I

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Letter to my love

Sunday October 25, 2020 2:47 p.m

This letter is for you, my beautiful girl. Who's gaze will always stop me dead in my tracks, for your eyes are my anchor. Forever keeping me down on Earth, In body, mind, soul and most importantly heart. Your eyes have a power over me as none other. They can banish me into shame in every sense if the word. They can empower me to the point of no return. Yet your gaze always rescues me, even from myself. For your stare will always snap me back into reality, no matter how oblivious and destructive I may be. You are my coherency, my conscience, my sanity, my inspiration, my drive, my confider, my reason for being. I only continue to breath by your words of inspiration. I could never do anything to harm you my love, even if that means me standing by your side. Your destiny decides my fate. My strong kind woman, my beautiful wife. LCM

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INSIGHT INTO MENTAL ILLNESS

(Before Seeking Help)

“Joyous”

Today is July 13. This day was the day I was brought forth and was born into this plain of existence we perceive as life on Earth. I was awake all night until early morning. Struggling to take control of both my mind and thoughts which were circling around me as vultures would a wounded prey, just waiting, watching ever so closely, looking for the opportunity to strike when their prey seems to be at its weakest. So as to take it down with little to no resistance. Then feast and consume it's lifeless corpse until there is nothing left but a heap of bones that is now reminiscent memory of a life that once existed. Only to become forgotten as time goes by reminding us that time heals all wounds, yet waits for no one. In reality that is what my mind has become. Wounded and scarred, licking my flesh wounds and beginning the process of healing. Building my strength and preparing myself to triumph over any obstacle that may arise from time to time and is to be set forth in front me attempting to oppose me threatening to stop me from completing my most basic instinct to not just survive but to strive. Circled by memories of torment caused by traumatic events I have both witnessed and experienced. This is one of my many mental states. When the time comes and a certain mindset is needed, depending on the situation or obstacle, it will arise like a hero saving the day by reaching out his hand and appearing out of nowhere at the perfect moment when you least expect it. Then pulls you up to safety saving you from falling to your most certain doom. It awakens from my subconscious and becomes activated. As if in a tag team match within my own mind. It's my own thoughts and in reality it all brakes down to different mindsets that at one time or another dictates my decisions making and causing the will to act. For the most part a state of mind at that time to which I would perceive things in certain way. Wether it's a scenario, situation, mood, or memory that will bring a certain emotional state accompanied by said mindset. As I was saying, I spent last night until early morning attempting to transfer these despairing and chaotic thoughts that are always accompanied by emotions which trigger one of my mindsets or personalities. (Anguish) as I like to call was last night's mindset. I now know it's linked to an early childhood memory that I  experienced too early in my life and was unable to comprehend until now. A memory which only caused me heartache to which I blocked out until recently due to experiencing trauma that gave me the same sense of hopelessness and emotional distress. I came to that realization when I remembered the first time I've ever experienced profound sorrow. Thus (Anguish) came into being. So last night I did what I could to transfer myself in an organized, comprehendible manor to which any person could read and would become submerged in my mental psyche. As I swiped as quickly possible on my phone threw out the night transferring and translating everything I felt was going threw my mind. I figured it would be better then the alternative route, which is staring at the ceiling or walls for hours at a time only to be snapped out of my daze by my Loving wife Lorena in which reminding me to blink. For I am not simply recalling it, or reminiscing but reliving every event, feeling the emotional distress, slowly but surely resurfacing from beneath. Feeling fresh as if it just occurred the day before. I felt the sense of hopelessness of impending Doom. Believe me when I tell you, I've cheated death before. In different ways. I am familiar with the sense of panic which leads to accepting your going to perish. Only come at a crossroads. Either I give up and die. Or to exceed my limitations and give it all I have, only to find within me a power to which I never realized I had. So even if I don't make it, I will die knowing I did everything in my power to beat the odds against my favor. Which I did, barley before passing out on the sand. This being the most recent attempt of putting myself in a predicament to which I could lose my life. It boiled down to my making peace with a higher power, God, sheer will, accompanied by pure adrenaline. This experience is what I call “The day I decided to drown myself at the lake”. It was during a family event. All my in-laws witnessed along with my wife. I put myself into danger and went into the water accompanied by no one, full knowingly I wasn't going to make it to the other side. By then it was too late I had already made up my mind. I had already passed the point of no return when the sense fear set in. I purposely tried to end my life by attempting to swim across to the other side of a lake. Knowing I did not have any swimming experience or training. Wasn't even in proper shape, my cardio was a joke for goodness sake. That's a story for another time. Where was I, oh right, so after I finished expressing my tormented childhood in readable format. Something miraculous happened. My mind set shifted. Almost as if a someone had flicked a light switch, and brought light to my darkness. Almost as sense of warm relief or a gasp of fresh air into my deprived lungs. (Joyous) came into mind, literally. (Joyous) is what I call my mindset when I was care free and only spent my time and money enjoying everything life could make available to me at the time.  Whether it was a song I liked playing over the radio on the way home from work that caused me to have a party in my mind. At one time I was considered the life of the party, as well as the loudest. I compare it to the taste of the of an ice cold beer after a 12 hour hard days work on a scorching hot summer day. It was the mindset of my 20's mostly. Just party, party, party, party, and more party. Some of my best memories is with my home boys throwing me a birthday party at the trap house over on the west side of Stockton California. Only items available on the menu were coronas, Budweiser and whatever other alcoholic beverage you could think of. Oh and don't forget weed and  the blow, and lots of it. Believe me when I tell you I hanged with a rough crowd. If you didn't represent a neighborhood or colors or a crew, then we would not be considered friend's. People like that made me feel normal. That is a big issue for me. Just imagine a house full of knuckle heads who with enough beer, blunts, and key shots, would inevitably cause one friend to clash with one another, including me at times. I had my moments in the spot light. As everyone watched a good tussle and laughed the night away as we called it all in the name of a good time. Anything would set us off. That is the mindset that I've labeled (Joyous). To be honest I should have labeled it (Wreck-less). That mindset would risk anything at any given moment at any expense even my life. All in the name of having senseless fun. Out of all my personalities (Joyous) is my favorite. The voices that torment me whether real or in mind are always quite when (Joyous) is in play. Not sure why, but they do. (Joyous) is rare to me now. I see it as a commodity. I used to be in that state of mind all the time. Now, I only feel it once in a while, and only after earning it. So now I went from feeling (Anguish) to (Joyous) in an instant. Now there is light at the end of the tunnel, an the view of an island in the horizon, a target in my sights. A goal to aim towards which will gives me reason enough to pull myself out of bed and smile while stepping outside into the sunlight. No matter how much the bright light strains my eyes. I'm not sure but I believe this is the feeling of sense of hope. There is no hope without faith. So today, I give thanks to God for giving me the strength to triumph over the obstacle the devil had set forth in my path today. I've learned over time that rain falls on the just and unjust alike and when it rains, it pours. It's who you are and what you decide to harness from within that sets you apart. It's a mindset that takes power over your body. It will either cause you to freeze and lose your composure causing you to crumble into a thousand pieces. Or bring forth the fight in you, the fight that will obliterate anything or anyone attempting to oppose you or threatening get in your way. That mindset I have labeled (Righteous). That's a whole chapter for another time. This is a written look into my psyche, life, mind, and soul. Today is July 13, my birthday and it is 11:52 p.m. and like most things in life both good and bad, all must inevitably come to an end. Today I stand proud for I have won another battle. Another battle in the endless War of living and breathing, even if it's just for another day. Good night, sleep well, for all is right in the universe.

Mind over Body, Soul over Mind, Heart Over All.

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Insight Into Mental Illness

( Before Seeking Help)

“Anguish”

Lately I've been have been betrayed by most if not all. I've never had any ill will towards anyone, nor have I ever wished anyone the worst. I've always tried to make everyone happy. I've never liked to see anyone in misery both stranger and friends alike. I've always been singled out, bullied, ridiculed, shunned, and have always taken blame for others mistakes in hopes of becoming accepted. I've always opened my doors to any friend or loved one in need, and never denied anyone anything I have, regardless of quantity . I've always taken joy in helping others relive their misery, only in selfish hope that it may lessen misery of my own. I had a lonely childhood, filled with terrible experiences that I've been trying to cope and figure out, even tho no one has taught me how. I've had a troubled adolescence feeling no love or nurturing care. I had a miracle during my teens named Lorena M. She is truly a blessing from God. It's his gift for the tournament bestowed upon me .Early adulthood was difficulty but tolerable. Feeling family bonding was unknown to me until her family, my in laws. I relentlessly tried to do anything in my power to prevent any kind of possiblity from me losing my new found family to no avail. Due to my family, my blood  mistreating and abandoning me, I've learned to hold family to the highest of value. The most upsetting thing is I tried to remain in my in laws favor and avoid any situation to which might disappoint, all for naught. Even then misery found a way to take away what I valued most. I felt a need to fill that void of family with anyone who would accept me. And I did. The homies became my brothers, they accepted me and praised my accomplishments. They saw I had no love for myself and would throw out self preservation and self interest out the window and jump at a moment's notice and come to their aid. I valued their lives more then my own but never more then my beloved. She will always rain supreme above all. Now that I've been let down by blood, family, and friends. Even those I've opened my home to have left me in bewilderment when my wife and I were in need and none no one came to aid. Being ridiculed by the joking comments of “ well maybe you should try the local river” when we asked for a shower or bath. The words coming from whom I least would expect it stung more then the comment itself. That has led be to never trust again, never allow myself to let love in, and never feel comfort again. They have become luxuries I can not afford since I know I no longer have the strength to survive another heart ache. I now feel like even the family I've felt so close to are untrustworthy and have a sense of dread when walking around remembering the feeling of despair when I was shunned and labled a thief. My plead if innocence falling on deaf ears. My world was shattered for a simple piece is gold that goes around someones neck. I now have a sense of expecting betrayal or impending doom on the horizon. Even to the point where I believe ones responsible for accusing and condemning are conspiring against me in a plot to cause my misery to evolve into torment that will inevitably become my demise. I sense deceitful rumors spreading like venom in my existence and slowly poisoning what little life I have left until I am eventually consumed by misplaced animosity towards me, to which I find unwarranted. I no longer give anyone the benefit of doubt and always expect the worst. Only light in my dark existence is my poor, poor, wife who has learned the meaning of anguish due to experiencing it along with me. There have not been many joyous occasions since then. I know look forward to my departure of this plain of existence that we perceive as life on Earth. Yet the thought of how I perish being decided on my behalf both frightens and enrages me. I will never go out without a fight for I do not have it in me to quit. Yet I want it to be my way on my terms.  People have always been quick to judge without realize the trials and tribulations I've survived and experience. Only my wife has full knowledge of my disastrous life. How am I supposed to be a man when no one has demonstrated what manhood is. How am I supposed to be normal when I can not grasp the concept. How am I supposed to show my affection when the idea has been obscured since childhood. How do I learn to become a functionable member is society when I never had the equal opportunity of my peers around me. How do I comprehend what I've gone through if I have no concept of what sound of mind is. How do I process if my mind is labeled ill. How do I earn a living when I am considered contraband as an illegal. How do I fill the empty void left in my heart. How do I find said satisfaction when nothing seems to fill it. How do I proceed when I have lost all hope. Today is my birthday and I curse it with all my soul. I have nothing to look forward to nor can I find flavor on my tongue. I no longer have the need of new friendship nor do I have the feeling of acceptance in any form possible. I have attempted over, and over again, only to be disappointed. Loyalty is rare and trust is unbeknownst to me. I have no reason to pull myself out of bed. The fact that I am lucky enough to have somewhere to lay my head at night at moment gives me overwhelming feelings of gratitude and shame since I am nothing but a nuisance. I know now that I will never become a champion for the odds will always be against my favor. I have proof since birth if needed. I was born out of wed lock, have never known the name of my father, imagrated to a country that has made it clear in not wanted and denies me the feeling of patriotism. I had many traumatizing experiences earliest being the memory of discovering a man's lifeless corpse hanging in a closet. Was my only friend at the time, he was in his 20's or early 30's. He always kept the bullies away, as well as kept me company. I was 4 or 5 at the time. I tried to find the sense of father son relationship to an alcoholic, abusive step father that only taught me shame and embarrassment as he kicked me in my ass as I walked by half the time, or would give me money after he realizes there was not enough just cause for his disciplinary action. Or when I would ask to go with him to his friends house and all I witnessed was a drunked friends getting high and yelling at me to get them another beer. Or a mother to which would allow her son to be treated as a lesser sibling to which hand downs were good enough. A mother who never paid much attention to notice her son's dismay, or decide to spend time with him instead of partying all night with her friends. The words of “are you okay, or what's troubling you” were non existent as well as praise for my accomplishments. The fact that she ignored my screams of asking why during unjustified disciplinary acts. The fact that I had no one to console me or anyone I could confide in that I could run to if I ever felt threatened, afraid or in need of protection or rescuing. No one to teach me what to stand for or give me a lesson in self respect or to inform me of what is right from wrong. Or what is the difference between someone being affectionate or being intrusive. Not even a lesson in fishing or self defence. Never truly experienced a Christmas or birthday. Just hand downs wrapped in paper. Given what's old so Step dad could by himself some new. Given the old living room radio as as gift to me on Christmas. Or a old mountain bike just touched up with electrical tape to make it appear different, also. Or even crying on Christmas morning because there wasn't any gifts and leaving my wish list in the same spot for a few days hoping maybe they would appear in the morning before finally realizing it would not be happening and finally giving up. Always made fun of for being out of style, or dressed as an fool. Being noticed at school wearing the same shoes the whole grade year around . I have never felt an equal to anyone, not even my siblings. Never had a positive role model nor do anyone to teach me the be proper moral stand point. This was my childhood. I eventually felt more at home at the park with father figures wearing all a red bandanna and became recruited as teenager, since not even the military would allow me to join on behalf of my lacking is residency paperwork. I acted out and lashed where I knew my parents would feel it the most which was their bank roll. Only thing that seemed be off importance to them both. I took $5,000 As a way of retaliation for my upbringing and also as a desperate cry for help. Which only ended up with my being sedated by meds in middle school and Ativan during high school then ultimately being left to fend for my own around 16 or 17. By the time I was declared an adult, I had no idea how to become one, let alone be one. Still to this day the concept escapes me because all that befalls me are treacherous memories from a long forgotten history that decide to reveal themselves when experiencing the same emotional response to a similar situation to which I am left distraught and dismayed. I feel I am losing my marbles, if I haven't already. I feel when as if every time I pick up 3, some occurrence, event, or individual bumps into me and causes me to drop 5. Almost feel like there are people out there who enjoy or do not seem to be bothered worsening someones life. They feel they are in a higher position or status not realizing they have never felt struggle in which I have. I'm not going to sit here and pretend there is not worse out there. I am able to say in surprised I've made it this far and it am still alive. Not due to my choice but by the kindness and nurturing love that had been taught to me by my caring wife and Love. She is the only reason I continue to breath because the fact that I'm still breathing frustrates me immensely and the idea of breathing back in after exhaling constantly brings a tear to my eye. I seem to be labeled as crazy because I tend to speak to myself out loud. I only do so since I have no one that will listen to what I have to say nor anyone who will enjoy my company for that matter. Now I am having trouble distinguishing real from delusion and am constantly tormented by the voices of my peers to which I hear constantly at all times of day. They keep me awake at night and cause me to feel afraid for the my life or self conscious of my own flaws unappealing attributes. I have constant battles with fatal thoughts of suicide on a daily basis and fear that one day I will succumb. I live in constant fear off failing my beloved and being unable to provide her with all she deserves. Couldn't even give her the child she's always longed for. I only live in anguish and feel as if I'm being ridiculed for my failures and dismissed on my accomplishments. I have long forgotten how to socialize and have lost the sense of belonging or the need of acceptance. The ability of having control of my own mind escapes me as I stare if into space for hours at a time as I seem to relive memories both distant and recent, good and bad. I now just lay here looking for as sense of relief from the anguish, anxious and despair to which I no longer feel relief by expressing myself threw my writings. Yet all I find is four walls surrounded by darkness with no one besides my own voice in my mind telling me “ don't worry, it will all be over soon” which in reality is the only thing I find comfort in. All I seem to constantly ask myself is “ WHEN WILL IT END”. I just hope my wife will find true happiness. I now know that it will only be possible in my absence. I will never leave her unprotected yet am no longer capable of reassuring my wife that all will fall into place and that everything's going to be alright, for I no longer believe it myself.  This is a written look into both my mind, life, and soul. Today is my birthday.

Mind over Body, Soul over Mind, Heart Over All.

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Denied Patriotism

As of late it's becoming more and more difficult to ignore the unfair and unnecessary obstacles that most Hispanics must essentially triumph over in order to simply make an honest living in a time and age where Hispanics are , dismissed and misunderstood due to the fact of the inability to distinguish on paper the differences between simple hard-working class families and the criminals trying to blend in and sneak their way in undetected. So instead of weighing all options Hispanics are simply categorized, stamped and labeled. It seems this country just won't learn. Just remember there will come a day when our children's children will look back on the events that are currently taking place. They are going to remember an ignorant and naive nation that seems to handle rough situation in the same manner a spoiled child throwing a tantrum would when things aren't going their way. As history in the U.S. tends repeats itself as we have witnessed time and time again. For example Native Americans, African Americans and now Hispanics. Usually followed by measly attempts decades later to compensate in a manner of speaking for decades of emotional distress, pain, and even genocide. For example the natives have now been given exclusive Casino rights and the land to go along with it. The African Americans too with receiving large amounts of money labeled “reparations”. Is this what we want to remember in the same manor as we frown upon when recalling the actions that took place not too long ago when segregation laws in place and were enforced on a daily basis to the full extent of the applicable law. If I'm not mistaken the original agreement for the sale of Mexican land (California) to the U.S. was with the condition that residents already inhabiting the land can come and go as they pleased. Then that section of the original agreement was later amended to the convenience of the U.S. SMH

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Friday, September 11 9:14 a.m.

(Insight Into Mental Illness After Seeking Help)

(Volatile)

Today was an emotional disaster. By far one of the most volatile this month, by far!  In a half glass half full perspective, it's not the worst this year. I'm hoping that was the peak of my illness's way of lashing out. So I choose to believe the worst is past me. Or so I thought. Just relived a memory in which I treated in the same manor so I believe it's a proper way to balance out my attempt at mental equilibrium. I choose to believe said memory was not real or non existent and that is why I am at this cross road today. So I might as well use the tactic of demise against its negative attempt at me by applying the same strategy in a positive manor. A mental counter move if you will. So I choose to believe the worst episode is behind me. Thus exploiting a weakness as a new found strength. I've realized I can use same tactic to apply the opposite reaction. If you believe one to be true, then you must expect other to be as well. Example gravity, weight lessnes. The natural order of things against things artificial on nature. Newton's law. For every action there will always be a equal reaction. If you feel you've experienced kl true anguish then you are capable of finding true happiness because only through anguish comes clarity yet you will never know the feeling of victory because you will always finish second. Any fine tuned organism has to be perfectly balanced. Equilibrium is key. My belief system consists of this. God's law known as physics. For every action there will always be an equal reaction. Undeniable fact. As well as mathematical principal. A negative multiplied by a negative will always be a negative as well as a positive multiplied by a positive will always come out to be a positive. So long as law's of physics bound to this earth apply. Example. Newton's law, an object will remain on its trajectory unless an external force is introduced in the form of resistance to which can be measured in the form of newton's. That can be applied to a focus or mindset, or goal. So long as we remain focused and do not allow distraction. Therefore you will become your obstacle. As the saying goes, you will become your own worst enemy.

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(Insight Into Mental Illness After SeekingHelp)

(Ambitious)

Today is Monday October 22, 2020 It's a fresh almost brisk night, good for night jogging or maybe some early fishing. The morning that you will know you will be in for a slow breath of fresh air that will bring you a crisp invigorating smile fit to take on the day and forget the existence of time because you will be slave to Time no more for it enslaves us all. That is the sentiment I feel at the current moment mindset. So let's do this. Or as in a very wise man once told me, “ Let's knock this shit out and go home!”. That is where I believe I absorbed this mindset and thanks to him, whether or not I realized it at the time, is going to be the mindset I will focus the most towards the end of my journey. Only after balance is restored of coarse. None is more important for functionalities of the human condition then the equilibrium of a fine tuned and well maintained instrument of focus disciplined . Which path leads in that direction? It would be up to you. I've observed the business end of it. Now that I understand the fundamentals of the way of gain and loss. Chess is the master in this epiphany. With great gain comes great cost. So in order to to be victorious you must become familiar with both compromise and sacrifice. Along with the emotional strain accompanied by torment that will cause one to strengthen own flaws in character that will restrain you from finding the most sustainable balance that will bring you consistency only after brilliance has been established in the form of achievement. The reward of which being both self and sense is accomplishments to which the sky will no longer be the limit for the universe will be ours to call home. Not in the form of separation, distribution, litigation, nor profit but though unity in the name of progress not profit. We achieve to become stronger in times when humanity is at its most vulnerable. Triumph threw anguish will bring clarity that will set us on a path of progress that will be only possible by confronting an outside force. We must strive for a expansion of self awareness and a better understanding of our universe and all that our universe. Our source of energy is unique to us. For this universe provided the nourishment for our existence.

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A Letter of Disappointment that will Never be Sent.

This is a letter I write to the mother's and father's who abandoned their sons and daughters. Along with the ungrateful children who have forgotten those who have brought them into life. For those who deliver no joy to life nor find flavor on their tongue. For those who are tormented by hopelessness without realizing they are infatuated by it to the point of searching for misery just to rebel against only to find misery loves company. Only to realize pain as a reminder of sacrifice in the lesson of compromise which necessary to not just survive but to strive for not just one self but for loved ones and strangers alike. If all goes according to plan by the time we leave this plain of existence that we perceive as life on Earth, acquaintances will be countable on both hands and true friends if fortunate, countable on one hand. For those who cause misery in those who are near the edge looking down, those who enjoy being the a gust of wind that pushes an tormented soul over the edge causing their demise. For those who have seen a tormented soul ridiculing them, never realizing one day that could be them. For the ones who believe in chaos and disorder and imply those ideals in others spreading across minds as a plague, for that is exactly what it is. This letter is for children who have been mistreated, traumatized by the actions of those responsible for their beliefs. For those who use words like venom in others existence and slowly poison what little life they have left until either consumed or become accustomed and can lead to Triumph in the form of courage. Or will consume every bit of ones being and become the instrument of demise. This is a letter that will never be sent for it describes the whole world.

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