God told me back in April how to do this. How to use his words and not mine. His words are the joy and pleasure of complete recovery. Not to worry about the genocide of people being lied to in psychiatric care.
I knew for a while the brain injury was just to develop strength of character and patience. I needed the ability to keep my mouth shut and listen to other people. And learning how not to fight all the time. When I was at the eye doctor two weeks ago, God told me, “This doctor is the end of the road. After you see her everything is going to be OK and you won’t need to see any more doctors.” I just need to finish up with the chiropractor and I’ll be done.
But with the pain gone all of a sudden I have to relearn a few of those lessons from April because instead of being forced to do it the patient way because of pain and disability, now I have to re-learn how to do it from free will. Now that I’ve learned how the nice way or the patient or non-fighting way works better. But old habits die hard so this week I’ve been struggling and fighting and relaxing and listening and trying to build a new routine back up.
I’m chill now.