Perhaps...you dwell in a mundane world, and the mundane is all you know. It is not my place to, displace, that. But my world is not mundane. Nor is it outside the boundaries of all human experience, truths our species has passed down for centuries if not millennia. Not just the ancient wisdom, but modern science, are implicated in the current arcanum of the secret chiefs.

Nor are they passive idle daydreams, but incredible and anomalous phenomena that I would be far from the first to report. Do you think that our mental health system understands even the true depth of the machinery of the brain, let alone the subtly and intricacy of consciousness, which is a complete mystery to them? Do you think I did not attend the same schools and classes as the therapists that spoke to me? That I did not read from the same textbooks and absorb the same dogma?

To accept what we are told, to comply and accept that nothing exists which is built beyond our sensory limitations and capacity to categorize or understand in the current and limited form of academic science - ie, that released to the public?

Our paradigm is flawed, and people reject change, reject a universe where their model of reality would have to be revised in order to be consistent again - even if such revisions would bring centuries of incongruous experience into the bounds of our understanding?

Yet it is me who is insane, because I have the privilege of an original perspective? Yes. It is exactly for that reason I must wear my deadening facade. Heaven forbid, somebody suggests I ought to go discuss my delusions and submit myself to more baffled stares as it goes over the head of somebody who has never spent a thought on the metaphysical nature of true reality.

Okay, though...I have said my piece on this. I have seen what the mental health care system has to offer, and it can provide a safe and stabilizing source of structure. It also was basically a form of mind control that institutionalized me and made me helpless. But whenever I tended to get better from the eating disorder, healthier and less self-destructive, traumatized and emotional, you know it was my existential and spiritual core that got stronger?

Those psychiatrists and psychologists you so esteem are subject to the same foibles and perceptual oversights as any other. They learn what they are taught, and they assess and diagnosis in accordance with their limited criteria, none of which could classify me as...anything, other than depressed and self-destructive. I was never diagnosed as psychotic, and I had at least ten therapists and more than five psychiatrists.

My insight and experiences are very real, anonymous one. But I suppose I am disappointed that is the depth your mind can reach, even here. "Go back to the psych ward."

Perhaps you would learn something there yourself. Or are the limits of your imagination confined to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders - 5?