Moonlight Mystery by Jason Aull

Lively do the shadows play
Within the darkened lonely way
Few dare tread along the deep
Where hatreds children play with sleep
Rage and laughter fill the day
As hell must strangely melt away
A heart long taught to never weep
Now learns the bliss among the sheep

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Going off some of the Depakote, it seemed that the people around me did not seem to care about what was going on in my head. I felt that I had to go at it alone until someone finally asked me if something was wrong. It was then that I started to feel a return to sanity. Though I don’t really want the drugs, they do seem to lock up much of my emotions. Without the chemical haze, the emotions are much more intense. When people do not seem to care, the troubled mind is hard to bear.

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Mad in America hosts blogs by a diverse group of writers. These posts are designed to serve as a public forum for a discussion—broadly speaking—of psychiatry and its treatments. The opinions expressed are the writers’ own.

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