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When, I was under my last treatment order, uncertain if I’d
ever be able to get off it, placed on a depot injection that left me no
possibility of not having the neuroleptics doing their damage to me, during
that time, I felt like I was awaiting execution, or rather I was being executed
slowly, painfully, every day as the neuroleptics mangled, bashed and eroded my
ability, thinking and happiness with constant pain and numbing of physical movement
and intellect, uglifying, stupefying – destroying me.
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