Another Chance

Ain’t no one like my little Thug❤ (Sibling Love)

1 – Hip hop Madness.
You kill my sadness.

Delivering happiness.

And you hold my back.

Making my racks.

Rebuilding to new amended facts.

Rocky your photograph.

Is all I have.

In my purse, in my pocket pants.

Black Jeans Dance.

And every time you forgive me with yet another chance.

BPD Bad.

Still Hold My Hand.

Never leave, never land.

In depression like me, like what all I Lag.

Please understand.

Forgive the Psychotic Mad.
2 – Tupac Shakur feels.

21 Savage Seek.

Gangsta Content, Gangsta Theme. Gangsters shooting Bullets supreme.

Finishing the evil enemy.

Mandatory need.

Mandatory, necessary.

Motivational pick keys.

When fell down on my knees.

Totally smile pleased.

Your talents are your masterpiece.

You’re my own photography, 

Visual curiosity.

Unusual dark philosophy.

But it is indeed satisfactory.

In your dictionaries.

Encyclopedia Peace.

Ocean, sand, Like Beach,

Cool breeze.

Taste Read.

I will try to eat.

Will give my efforts best possibly.

But tolerate my relapsing genes.

Imprinted drastically.

Thinking deeply.

Forgive me, forgive me.

Reassurance meet.

Even your absence is absolutely,

Spiritually,

Blessed with me.

Blood brother, my blood decrease.

Recovery heal, 

Writing with breaks and meals.

Art Teach.

Art Sweet.

Art peach.

Art Technology.

Art assurities.

Art purities. 

Hold my bleed.

Hear my pleads.

And never leave.
3 – Hip hop Madness.

You kill my sadness.

Delivering happiness.

Paranoic attack.

And you hold my back.

Making my racks.

Rebuilding to new amended facts.

Rocky your photograph.

Is all I have.

In my purse, in my pocket pants.

Black Jeans Dance.

And every time you forgive me with yet another chance.

Thank You Brother For Giving Me Hip Hop. It has been my all time Real G Motivation. (In Pic: Tupac A. Shakur, Afeni Shakur, 21 Savage)

Written By Patient Flipped a.k.a Stanly S. Toppo For Rocky Luke Toppo. 

​How Self Harm Became My Self Awareness. Celebrating Thanksgiving & Gratitude (November) (The Mighty Submission)

Break the stereotype.

Article By – Stanly S. Toppo (Patient Flipped)

The most important thing to remember basically this month is that to be and become a kind reminder to yourself about what all you’ve been through, have grown and developed, how far and wherever you are in your recovery, you’re still trying your best. Every day, by staying alive, struggling, coping healthily and standing strong for more than enough. Allow yourself to be thankful and grateful to the people who’ve helped you reached where you are now. At the end of the day don’t forget to celebrate your life as well mighty warriors. 

(Part 1) 

(Tool-Kit For Help In Holidays) 

Self Harm, Eating Disorders, Depression, Anxiety. 

1) Self Harm and Eating disorders are in itself coping mechanisms, entangled between each other as well as it did for me. It’s always a key to remember that, not to force someone once they’re done eating. I know it seems very uneasy to digest this, but trust me we already struggle a lot to eat and when someone forces, their intentions are pure but it triggers us. So it’s always important to keep in mind, about this and I know your loved ones will enjoy more along with you. 

2) So when its holiday season people like us are often highly tensed, most of us get anxious because of the socialization associated in these days. If someone struggles to find themselves social, we as family members could help our loved ones, including in small conversations. Trust me it makes us feel belonging and special to the place and the present. 

3) Because of slips or relapses, whatever it is, instead of an intervention we could help our loved ones, bring them out of isolation and to spend time with us, ask them, and celebrate with them. Instead of blaming them and picking their mistakes, motivate them to get back to recovery. Make them feel special and valued, reach out for them, help them. We all as humans need to never forget that we or us is better than I or Me. It’s true, we as all humans first need to help others. 

4) Food is a high time issue in such a season. All we ask for is let us stick to our meal plan and if our mood is good we ourselves, will take more food. The meal plan which is particularly provided to you by your nutritionist. It makes easy for us to sit and enjoy around everyone because such times scares us to even talk to someone. 

Horror Hall Of Self Harm Mania!

(Part 2) 

My Pillars Of Recovery (Gratitude) 

1) ART (Painting)

Ms. Maanvi Chakraverty🙏🙏🙏

͚ART is a tool for some, it’s a silent weapon of choice. Art is known to have been curing and therapeutic in its functions which is vital for me to recover. The most inspirationally positive coping mechanism for me personally and for many others as well. A world entirely filled up with so many variations of messages, silent expressions, filled with extensive expressions,complexions and sophistications and what not more. Maanvi has made me channelize true perceptions of ART from an Artist’s point of view, by heavily influencing me through her own pieces. She has always been my rock pillar and provider of true strength and motivation and I owe her a lot for sticking up with me through my every thick & thins. It’s this reason why I constantly push myself as well to do the best at my recovery. Work on myself each and every single day with new challenges of a beautiful/gifted life. Thank You Maanvi!

The Lady In The Cosmic Curtain.

2) Writing (My Choice)

Mr. Dhruv Joshi a.k.a Flip Dipitty🙏🙏🙏

Writing is a battlefield to be honest. Like a source for me to deal with my urges, I still get it. I need to cope positively somehow and I try my best to write it all out. A Pen possesses the power to change or move the world, Writing has always been my main source at my recovery and has been quiteeffectively therapeutic for me in the most precious way. He has developed me, encouraged me; and have tried his best indeed to guide me, mentor me. He is my fellow writer, he also writes as well and have strongly influenced me in the most healthiest manner. A relationship purely developed through praise, respect, admiration for each other and finally hidden love of true brotherhood as Writer’s as well as Friends. Thank You Dhruv!

3) Reaching Out For Professional Help.

Ms. Manvi Sharma (Associate Psychologist)

She was also responsible in my recovery as well. When I hit my rock bottom, she became like my compass guide. She was my associate psychologist and still to this date, is a well known person to me.  Being elder to me she’s wise and quite experienced in her job of a psychologist, Therapy; along with medications have indeed helped me a lot. She has taught me so much and we together as one, worked things out simultaneously. She has helped me a lot and she also loves to read my writings as well. Her pure and gentle encouraging words and honest feedbacks on my own writings have proven to motivate me time and time again. It feels really good when you hear honesty. I respect, admire and I have a sincere amount of affection as a considerate human being for her. She has helped me like an elder sister, which I will never ever forget. Not matter what. Thank You Manvi Ma’am!


Conclusion

All I can say is that these three specific people in my life are like 

my gifts. A relationship with each one of them has made me 

found myself. 

These guys have been my rock strong pillars in my recovery and 

to reach out for help, end of all how to cope in a healthy 

manner. With so much trust, appreciation, love, affection, 

humblest gratitude and their more than kind , gentle human 

nature have taught a lot about my own self worth and value. 

I was once watching a documentary on self harm and at the 

end of it there was a positive message quoting, ͞SELF HARM͟, 

find yourSELF͟

͞stop the HARM͟

I would like to leave you all with this message. 

Most people don’t realize this that Eating Disorders are also a kind of self harm. When you’re destroying your body through unhealthy measures. And both (Eating Disorders, Self Harm)

Happy Holidays everyone. Take care and stay safe.

Power Boys.

Dr. Harsh Rawat
Mr. Aditya Bisht a.k.a Ronnie

1 – Old school game.

Trap bass.

Window glass vibrate.

Methodical variate.

Tempo change.

Constructive exaggerate.

Beat base.

Body craves.

Mind gate.

To eternal vibrate.

Sweet shakes.

For Hip Hop’s Sake.
2 – Dr. Harsh Rawat. 

Eiffel tower.

Chill Trap power.

Mr. Aditya Bisht. 

The Ultimate Bass Filth.

True knowledge gratitude give.

Trap Bitch! 😂

Homie Chill.

Headbang shocks, fishes gills.

Percussive Rim.

Groovy bars head pinned.

Up and down neck wind.
3 – You are my Trap my guys.

You are my personal choice.

The best of the best in helping me voice.

My ultimate lyrical power boys!

My music lambhorgini and my rolls Royce.

Trap Noise.

Trap coil.

Time signature joy.

Hopes and fills of voids.

My lyrical power boys.

Written By Patient Flipped,  For Dr. Harsh Rawat, Mr. Aditya Bisht.


Thank you so much Guys! I love you and I respect you like a hell lot.

A Cry For Help (Part 2)

Sickness! Godamnit

alienated_isolated

​Theme – Borderline Personality Disorder.

Bipolar Disorder.

Hopeless Romanticism.

Relapse.

Inktober (BPD, BiPolar)

1 – Contemporary Rapture.
Crossing my way to capture,

And to terrorise my human nature.

And swallow my bones like a vulture.

A war venture.A vile gesture.
A bloody red treasure.
Mind, heart, fracture.
Only parallel lines and no curvature.
Turn me vulnerable.
Skin disfigure.
Suicidal puncture.

2 – A Mind Connection.

A Soul Interpretation.
Call of beauty perception.
Human Nature Filteration.
A Psychedelic Formation.
A Natraja Transformation.
A Spiritual Dilution.
But all remains observational.
Notorious qualifications.
In absolute rustic concussion.
Horrifying confusions.
Tangled in a bunch of contradictions.
Which is my borderline retaliation.
Mummification & cremation.
Anger trade of self hate Justification.
Painful Circumcision.
Drowning my knees too weak, instateneous castration.
Breathing in dissociation.
Mental Damnation.
All I could feel are premonitions.
Of my own Self Destruction.

3 – I can’t be.

Even if I reveal.

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A Cry For Help (Part 2)

​Theme – Borderline Personality Disorder.

Bipolar Disorder.

Hopeless Romanticism. 

Relapse.

Inktober (BPD, BiPolar)

1 – Contemporary Rapture.
Crossing my way to capture,

And to terrorise my human nature.

And swallow my bones like a vulture.

A war venture.A vile gesture.
A bloody red treasure.
Mind, heart, fracture.
Only parallel lines and no curvature.
Turn me vulnerable.
Skin disfigure.
Suicidal puncture.

2 – A Mind Connection.

A Soul Interpretation.
Call of beauty perception.
Human Nature Filteration.
A Psychedelic Formation.
A Natraja Transformation.
A Spiritual Dilution.
But all remains observational.
Notorious qualifications.
In absolute rustic concussion.
Horrifying confusions.
Tangled in a bunch of contradictions.
Which is my borderline retaliation.
Mummification & cremation.
Anger trade of self hate Justification.
Painful Circumcision.
Drowning my knees too weak, instateneous castration.
Breathing in dissociation.
Mental Damnation. 
All I could feel are premonitions.
Of my own Self Destruction.

3 – I can’t be.

Even if I reveal.
I’ve fallen for you, piece by piece.
And I will indeed,
Get crucified like a sheep.
Slaughtering to bleed.
Isolation destiny.
Explicit vocabulary.
My layers of personality,
Are getting peeled.
Gaze Emptying.
Quivering knees.
Borderline Bastard with mental disease.
Emotional relapse, hopeless freeze.
I beg you, help me!!!
Help me! Please!!!
My Sati.

The Mystique.

BPD. Bipolar. (ART)

Spiritual Awakening through Dark Powers.

Written ByPatient Flipped a.k.a Stanly S. Toppo

(Dedicated To Sati_TheMystique)

The Actual Thing (Truth)

Sati The Mystique (Live, Laugh, Learn)😇❤💙💚

“If she is being your Sati, As a responsible human it’s crucial to become a Mahadev yourself, become her protector before becoming her lover. Provide her protection and keep her away from the ill evils of society and the world. Concealing yourself behind a pillar of strength and power, unveiling whenever necessary and required.”
#Bond

#Wise

#Philosophy 

#Honesty

#Healing


(Patient Flipped On Sati The Mystique)

Stanly S. Toppo 

Sati The Mystique

Galaxies Eyes.
#Philosophy

Sati is not just a simple one word descriptive name. It’s indeed an entire soul galaxy goddess philosophy which needs to be addressed properly. In a very elaborative manner.

To start with, Sati The Mystique is a source of pure love through the pillars of motivation, strength, wisdom, knowledge, truth, encouragement, dedication and elimination of a secondary considerance. Giving true importance in a primary manner. Sati The Mystique is an evolved, hybrid, powerful, specific specie, in a female figure. No notion of patriarchy or any kind of social evils can harm her uniquely substantial and dominating presence. Delivering safety in the most intrinsic, gentle, artistic; and finally the most refined  and precious way.  Taking out of isolation and providing with a strength of a true warrior, of an abrupt human nature.

A power which is utmost soft and at the same time vicious as well, for the mighty strong demonic forces. A power containing the strength of all kinds of natural disasters and musical knowledge to fight out those demonic forces. Not letting them win no matter how.

And of course more than soft, more than humble & kind love for the most severest realisations.

This is the actual true value and philosophy of

Sati The Mystique.

My Psychedelic Sati.

Sati The Mystique

1 -She.

Is my deep.

Obsessional breeze.

Breathing in me,

A power to feel.

Whenever I’m super weak.

My mind pleased.

My demons hate her in my dreams.

Because she’s my true love in every mean.

Calming my angry evil who intrude my peace.

A soft corner, the purest purity.

She is my psychedelic Sati.
2 – Honoured.

With your acceptance warmer.

Your open arms are like my armour.

Loving a hated self harmer. 

When blades appears sharper.

When mind shouts darker.

She lights my damaged markers.

She is my precious harbor.

She is my healing charger.

She is my special power.
3 – She is another.

Brave soldier.

Like a worshiper,

I bow in front of her.

I love her like no one else; or other.

A special mighty wonder. 

Spectrum of genuine colours.

Together we’ll sail forever.

With our art endeavor.

We’ll recover and we’ll get better.

And you’ll always will be my special treatment helper.

Motivation enabler.

Hate disabler.

Shape changer.

Eliminating danger.

More than a favor.

Together we’ll sail forever. 
4 – Super beauty.

Therapeutic duty.

Patient happy.

Who was sadly,

Lost in the abyss.

You took me in your valley.

Fundamentally.

Radically.

Gently.

Took me.

Changed me.

Loved me.

Cared for me.

And Made me.

Alive and free.

She’s My psychedelic Sati.
5 – She.

Is my deep.

Obsessional breeze.

Breathing in me,

A power to feel.

Whenever I’m super weak.

My mind pleased.

My demons hate her in my dreams.

Because she’s my true love in every mean.

Calming my angry evil who intrude my peace.

A soft corner, the purest purity.

More than a bliss, defeating the enemies.

With her sword which is heavy.

She is my hallucinatory.

She is my imaginaries.

She is my rave reign.

She is my psychedelic Sati.

My Natraja supremacy.

My Musical Synchronicity.

My peace treaty.

My purest purity.

My saving grace philosophy.

My pro recovery.

My psychedelic Sati.

On psychedelia! Boom!

Written By P.S For Sati_TheMystique. 

Ticking Time Bomb

BPD is never in the middle. (Extreme High-low)



Theme – 

Mental Illnesses.

Eating Disorders.

Borderline Personality Disorder.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Self Harm.

Addiction.

Facts




1 – Dawn.

“C’mon.”

Mocks.

Sensitivity Shocks.

Trigger Talks.

Hawks.

Bleed a hell lot.

Abandoned in this ball.

Break bones on the wall.

Borderline brought.

Rail track hot.

Problems unsolved. 

Box locked.

Chain of infinite thoughts. 

Walking across.

With substances in default.

With substance withdrawals.

With addiction caught.

Like a Suicidal corpse.

Like a dead rot.

Like a ticking time bomb.
2 – Self Destruction to define.

To numb the mind.

Out bursting in diet.

“No problem! I’m fine.”

Established relationship reply.

Opening up appears to terrify.

Can’t cry.

But always a swollen eye.

Angry fights.

Angry bites.

Again dying.

Again lying.

Hide.

Silently died.

From the inside.

Fan guide.

Knot appears bright.

Guilt oblige.

Fright.

Wide.

Time.

Puppet prime.

Controlling crime.

One more cut please, to stabilise!

Long Sleeve to cover up all the lies.
3 – Shame Filled.

Overkill. 

Manic thrill.

Of blade drill.

Self medicating until,

10 deep openings are done on skin.

Piercing steel pins.

Experimental self harm of anaesthetics.

Addictively pathetic.

Impulsively picked. 

Give up! You Prick! 

Hide that you’re actually sick.

Razor marking maladaptive.

Sedative,

That’s effective.

Borderline self destructive.

Everyday variations in mood swings.

Ultimately the enemy wins.

Self Harm swim.
4 – Caffeine Relays.

Hunger delayed.

Anxiously behaved.

Smash that food filled plate.

Chewed Up Brain.

Totally Frail.

Eat your own damn-bam pain.

Only option left of intakes.

For the strike, it awaits.

Open eyes! It wakes.

Occupied substance waste.

Depression Date.

Lonely with just blades.

Loving them anyways. Every way. 

Insomnia phase.

Functioning rage.

Functional self hate.

Food Jail!

Disgust of weight machine scales.

Smash that food filled plate! 

Smash that food filled plate!

 

5 – Dawn.

“C’mon.”

Mocks.

Sensitivity shocks.

Trigger Talks.

Hawks.

Bleed a hell lot.

Abandoned in this ball.

Break bones on the wall.

Borderline brought.

Rail track hot.

Problems unsolved. 

Box locked.

Chain of infinite thoughts. 

Walking across.

With substances in default.

With substance withdrawals.

With addiction caught.

Like a Suicidal corpse.

Like a dead rot.

Like a ticking time bomb.

 

Positives

Written By P.S.