I can feel my soul heave in my chest longing for release. Only to be tied to my mortal coil. I've felt every emotion there is to feel and my soul is still sick. I try to help others to balance my karma and still my soul is sick. This sickness only grows. It never seems to fade. I fear it will be the end of me. I should be going back to in patient, but I can't because my therapist will charge me if I no show on them without 24 hours notice. Plus last time I almost bought myself an indefinite stay at the local funny farm due to them just plain not believing a word i told them. Plus their version of keeping me under control was just giving me Haldol. Has anyone felt like their soul was trying to rip it's self from your body?

I'm going to tweak out on coffee and contemplate this while i dread the therapist in the morning. Feel free to join in if you want. No obligations though.