At one point I broke down crying, begging my mother not to institutionalize me. At the time, my worst fear was to resign myself to a person or system that knew less about what went on in my head than I did. No one in my family, or anyone I knew, had any intention of "sending me off". If anything, they just thought I was a little strange and, at worst, a tad depressed.
It boarders on a religious experience. I talk about it in terms of spirituality- other people call it God. I really don't care how I talk about it as long as I get the message across. The lotus erupting through the mud. It's a self-catalytic set and it's beautiful.
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