This is me. Do I look crazy? I certainly feel like I am.
I decided to start this blog as something fun, something to poke fun at my mental health issues… Hey maybe one day I will even see the funny side, right? I hope that everyone can get something from this, be it being able to laugh at their own problems, or being more empathetic to those who suffer from (as I like to call them) ‘BRAIN FUCKS’. Makes it sound less ominous I think, “Sorry I can’t come to work today, I have a brain fuck”.
So I will tell you a little about my own brain fucks as an ice breaker, and hopefully we can begin to share good days and bad days together. I really hope so, we need to support each other as having these illnesses can be so isolating and lonely.
Anyway… I have for all my life dealt with OCD (actual OCD not I need to alphabetize my DVD’s OCD, and by the way FUCK those people who claim to have OCD when they don’t, its offensive), anxiety and depression, which stems from my severe emetophobia. Queue sad music. A few years ago I thought it had gone away forever, but alas, it was not to be. So for the last three years I have suffered with daily panic attacks, constant nausea and stomach pain (actually cannot remember the last time I didn’t feel sick), fatigue, headaches, night sweats, sleep apnea… shall i go on?
Anyway all this has not been conducive in feeling happy and energetic. You know what the worse part is though? I have lost a lot of weight and therefore lost my bum! My thighs now bleed into my back, I know what you are thinking.. SEXY AS FUCK, and you would be right, because everyone wants to look like a meth addict. My nickname previously was ‘cherry bum’ so yes, my bum was fucking fantastic and I knew it, everyone knew it, it was practically a tourist attraction. I would like to add that I also lost a fabulous pair of tits, but I was never blessed with anything up top, so that hasn’t changed much They are now just EVEN smaller, but as my friend Mikey always used to say “Al, more than a handful is just a waste”, now I just wonder if the hand of a toddler counts? Any thoughts?
I stumble through life currently as a walking hand grenade, I never know when I am going to go off which I like to think makes me dark and mysterious to those around me, you know because I am so tortured and withdrawn? In reality that kind of shit only worked for Edward Cullen, moody bastard.
Anyway that is a little bit about me, I hope you enjoy my warped sense of humour, and maybe, it you too are afflicted with metal health illnesses you can relate to something here and see the funny side for 2 minutes.
Oh lastly, and this will cheer you up. It is proven that the large majority of mental health illnesses only happen to those who are incredibly creative and intelligent. So you are a fucking GENIUS, go figure.
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