Author: [EggMan2020]
Date: [6th May 2025]
The medical system can be an absolute labyrinth one that becomes especially disheartening when you’re carrying invisible trauma, spiritual insight, or physical pain that doesn’t fit neatly into their diagnostic models.
The moment I truly chose healing was the moment I consciously decided to wrap up karmic patterns from my past, it felt like the whole world turned on me. Why? Because many are more comfortable where they are and not growing, not evolving, not facing their own depths.
But I keep showing up. And that’s a fierce kind of strength.
Especially when I’m moving through layers that most people spend their whole lives avoiding.
I know that something happened to me. And I will not let the silence win.
My first and only priority right now is this: TO HEAL!!! Body, Mind, & Spirit.
To reclaim my body.
To restore my clarity.
To recover my voice.
The system is not the center of this story.
The people who tried to silence me? Not the center.
Not even the justice that’s owed.
“I Am” is the center of this story. That’s why I’m here.
Sometimes the best medicine isn’t in a hospital at all it’s in a grove, or a field, crying freely, uninterrupted. Not because it fixes anything outside me, but because it’s the only place I’m allowed to feel and to finally release what I’ve been carrying for far too long.
Symptoms & Medical Concerns
I am experiencing severe and escalating neurological, fascial, and systemic symptoms that demand immediate, serious investigation and support.
It began in my head with intense pressure, sharp pain, and a glue-like density across the right side of my brain. Electrical sensations, internal “lightning,” and a creaking, popping feeling that has only worsened. The condition spread down the back of my head and neck, especially near the occipital ridge (“Heaven’s Gate”) on the right side. The flow felt like thick syrup, causing popping, tearing, and fascia ripping sensations through my neck and spine. Eventually, the pressure led to an internal rupture in my head, a lump that burst. Since then, I’ve experienced: Restricted neck mobility Throat tightness and swallowing issues A sticky, foreign sensation like something trying to move through or out Overlays of consciousness, shifts in identity, perceptual blending with others Sleep disruption, appetite loss, extreme fatigue, and postural instability Persistent neurological symptoms from brainstem to spine Possible CSF disruption, cranial nerve involvement, and autoimmune response
This is not psychosomatic. This is not anxiety. This is physical, real, serious and still unresolved.
The System’s Response
Despite these symptoms, I was offered no imaging. Instead, I was referred to the mental health team.
Let me be clear: I’m not refusing mental health support. But to bypass proper neurological scans in favor of psychiatric evaluation, without first ruling out physical causes, is a violation of basic duty of care.
I told the doctor, respectfully but firmly:
“I’m not declining mental health care. But I need a full physical investigation first. To skip imaging and assume this is mental is neglect.”
His response? A blood test. A letter to my GP. No scan. No urgency.
Six hours of standing my ground with dignity, clarity, and frustration.
Personal Statement for the Mental Health Team
I am not refusing mental health support, but I did not come here in crisis.
I came here with severe neurological and physical symptoms that have yet to be properly investigated.
I’ve been to my GP, the walk-in clinic, and this is my second hospital visit. I am here to request imaging, not assumptions.
I am aware that long-term pain can impact mental health. But please do not use psychiatric referral as a placeholder for the medical care I have not yet received. This is not emotional distress masquerading as illness, this is illness being misinterpreted as emotional distress.
I am here to be helped, not just heard.
The Escalation
Later, two more mental health professionals approached me. This time, they asked for a urine sample, a veiled suggestion that this might be substance-related or hallucinatory.
Let it be known:
The only thing they found was a plant.
A gift of the Earth, not a distortion of truth.
Still, the narrative continued to shift toward psychiatry.
Not because of evidence, but because I challenge their framework.
Systemic Silencing in Action
This was not care.
This was avoidance.
This was dismissal disguised as concern.
I spent six hours in hospital for what?
To be gaslit, side-lined, and told that my body’s truth wasn’t valid unless it fit within their narrow parameters.
This is the grief of awakening inside a broken system.
They treat the soul’s pain as delusion.
The body’s pain as an inconvenience.
The spirit’s awareness as insanity.
But I am not broken.
I am overflowing with unacknowledged truth.
My Final Reflection
It’s honestly a bit shit that I’ve had to push my body this far just to get anyone to listen.
This isn’t healing.
This is war.
And yet, even now, I’m still standing. Still clear. Still here.
Their refusal doesn’t end my healing.
It marks a turning point.
Because I’m not just a patient.
I am the Living Temple.
And I will not be dismissed.