20/08/2023
Diary of a mentally ill human.
April 18, 2020... My mind was slowly going in decay, realizing I was living a lie with the person i was living with, domestic violence, physical and verbal from both sides was slowly building up into a spiral of chaos and dysphoria, discomfort for my life and future, even with a monthly income to live good as a middle/low class lazy carribean Colombian, and with that in my past self mind i tried to gain any pleasure from a fantasy...
I hurt others, but at least the truth set me free, free from sharing any more days with someone that made me feel dead inside, just being a minuscule tool working for a deranged cryptocurrencies rich cult leader that was just behind my ex to marry her and not to end up alone near his 40's... pathetic... Loneliness doesn't feel so bad when you're not around predictable human beings.
That's why in the last few months is when i have embraced myself and finally got to like my own company a bit more than before, i already experienced the pleasures of demisexuality and equally it didn't change the outcome.
Flash forward April 18, 2023, After 3 years of changes a family problem started to break once more that small figment of comfort i was having with my parents around my life after years of barely seeing them or talking to them for months...
July 29, 2023, the boiling point reached it's critical heat indicator, i preferred to distance myself again from my parents with my uncle/Godfather who lives just a few minutes away from me to be the bridge between these rough times that are almost reaching a month "in the making"
Needless to say these are rough times for change once more when i'm about to hit 31 years of age, but of course there is an episode in the middle of these 3 years of dates:
January 7, 2021, after harming myself with a knife and a broken Batman and Harley Quinn mug i ended up 41 days in a mental health hospital, 3 of them tied to a bed and sedated to sleep for hours that seemed like days in the same souless space, being experimented with by the dettached human beings in charge, using a diaper and pi***ng myself like a little infant without the ability to move anything but my head.
Another 38 days of being surrounded by strange people ensued, yeah, I'm talking once more about the doctors and nurses in charge, I lived Nicholson/De Vito's Cuckoo's Nest, needless to say again i preferred to spend time with the people that worked cleaning and cooking for us the inmates of Arkham Asylum...
Flash forward today, Sunday August 20, 2023. As you see this page has changed names 4 times, but finally I can say this is the idea this "brand" was made for, showing what i love with a sarcastic dry humor and trying to make a living out of it specially to collect Doctor Who figures, Daleks if possibly, that is the only thing i consider myself a materialistic person for and I need your help if you're reading this, just believe in me and be part of the diary of a mad human going crazier by the hour, but with faith, faith that i'll prevail somehow from these very dark times.
So what is my diagnose anyway? I'm a person with schizoprhenia (voices but nothing heavy, i know it's my inner monologue trying to put me down, never experienced anything paranormal, well once but that is a story for another day about someone i am not anymore).
Also bipolar, affective and personality disorders, mood swings and trying to connect with everything to dispose of what doesn't serve me for my inner peace, yeah, strange as it sounds i have serenity moments specially wearing my headphones in the street and watching all unfolding, cars, people, the wind, the sun, clouds, leaves in the trees and birds among them.
And maybe because my constant use of headphones i think i might be in the autistic spectre relating to the schizoid portion (that last one i can't confirm but you know when you feel that neurologically you're slower for social interactions and the reception of others feelings towards you so you need a soundtrack for confidence and all those trivial and boring things in everyday moments)
So what is this page about? Zick ThingS is a "brand" of audiovisual caffeine packaged in an existential-libertarian dysphoria bag, whose rotten stench of humor certifies the brand as the darkest Colombian coffee served at funerals... By the co**se.
Remember that from now on, this page is made of... Zick ThingS.
Thank you if you have read this and have a nice life without hurting others, it's what i learned with hysterical tears and watching my reality to break apart completely since almost 3 years ago, but at last i think it is time to have something to show that nobody will take away from me.
Joe García.
Diary of a mentally ill human.
April 18, 2020... My mind was slowly going in decay, realizing I was living a lie with the person i was living with, domestic violence, physical and verbal from both sides was slowly building up into a spiral of chaos and dysphoria, discomfort for my life and future, even with a monthly income to live good as a middle/low class lazy carribean Colombian, and with that in my past self mind i tried to gain any pleasure from a fantasy...
I hurt others, but at least the truth set me free, free from sharing any more days with someone that made me feel dead inside, just being a minuscule tool working for a deranged cryptocurrencies rich cult leader that was just behind my ex to marry her and not to end up alone near his 40's... pathetic... Loneliness doesn't feel so bad when you're not around predictable human beings.
That's why in the last few months is when i have embraced myself and finally got to like my own company a bit more than before, i already experienced the pleasures of demisexuality and equally it didn't change the outcome.
Flash forward April 18, 2023, After 3 years of changes a family problem started to break once more that small figment of comfort i was having with my parents around my life after years of barely seeing them or talking to them for months...
July 29, 2023, the boiling point reached it's critical heat indicator, i preferred to distance myself again from my parents with my uncle/Godfather who lives just a few minutes away from me to be the bridge between these rough times that are almost reaching a month "in the making"
Needless to say these are rough times for change once more when i'm about to hit 31 years of age, but of course there is an episode in the middle of these 3 years of dates:
January 7, 2021, after harming myself with a knife and a broken Batman and Harley Quinn mug i ended up 41 days in a mental health hospital, 3 of them tied to a bed and sedated to sleep for hours that seemed like days in the same souless space, being experimented with by the dettached human beings in charge, using a diaper and pi***ng myself like a little infant without the ability to move anything but my head.
Another 38 days of being surrounded by strange people ensued, yeah, I'm talking once more about the doctors and nurses in charge, I lived Nicholson/De Vito's Cuckoo's Nest, needless to say again i preferred to spend time with the people that worked cleaning and cooking for us the inmates of Arkham Asylum...
Flash forward today, Sunday August 20, 2023. As you see this page has changed names 4 times, but finally I can say this is the idea this "brand" was made for, showing what i love with a sarcastic dry humor and trying to make a living out of it specially to collect Doctor Who figures, Daleks if possibly, that is the only thing i consider myself a materialistic person for and I need your help if you're reading this, just believe in me and be part of the diary of a mad human going crazier by the hour, but with faith, faith that i'll prevail somehow from these very dark times.
So what is my diagnose anyway? I'm a person with schizoprhenia (voices but nothing heavy, i know it's my inner monologue trying to put me down, never experienced anything paranormal, well once but that is a story for another day about someone i am not anymore).
Also bipolar, affective and personality disorders, mood swings and trying to connect with everything to dispose of what doesn't serve me for my inner peace, yeah, strange as it sounds i have serenity moments specially wearing my headphones in the street and watching all unfolding, cars, people, the wind, the sun, clouds, leaves in the trees and birds among them.
And maybe because my constant use of headphones i think i might be in the autistic spectre relating to the schizoid portion (that last one i can't confirm but you know when you feel that neurologically you're slower for social interactions and the reception of others feelings towards you so you need a soundtrack for confidence and all those trivial and boring things in everyday moments)
So what is this page about? Zick ThingS is a "brand" of audiovisual caffeine packaged in an existential-libertarian dysphoria bag, whose rotten stench of humor certifies the brand as the darkest Colombian coffee served at funerals... By the co**se.
Remember that from now on, this page is made of... Zick ThingS.
Thank you if you have read this and have a nice life without hurting others, it's what i learned with hysterical tears and watching my reality to break apart completely since almost 3 years ago, but at last i think it is time to have something to show that nobody will take away from me.
Joe García.