Once again we run into the ridiculous idea that therapy fixes people, and that this is even a good thing. They will sing in chorus, fix your toxic behaviors and become normal, assimilate and be healthy to our standard! But this is another way of dying.
A Wittgenstein line from the Philosophical Investigations:
“Describe the aroma of coffee—why can’t it be done? Do we lack the words? and for what are words lacking?—But how do we get the idea that such a description must after all be possible? Have you ever felt the lack of such a description? Have you tried to describe the aroma and not succeeded?”
they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes . they were jealous of me