My brain feels like it is solely made of scrambled eggs. I have had a very unlucky week, been turned down for a job that I was banking everything on (to move on with my life) and my egotistical guitarist decided to fire me from my own band…URGH.  Im stuck in limbo, with nothing going for me and nothing to do currently. I have been too ill to hold down a full time job, mainly because of the nausea and exhaustion I battle everyday.  Every time I find something to hold onto, it disappears from my clutches before I have even started.

BUT STILL, I try to take pleasure every day in the small things.  I managed to eat a bag of crisps today without crunching them up and pouring them into my mouth, usually my OCD doesn’t allow for these games.  I am also currently drinking a cup of tea that I made in my boyfriend’s shared house/crack den. Literally it is disgusting in here, and for someone with chronic OCD its a nightmare. I haven’t had a cup of tea here in over a year.  I mean I will admit that I have cheated, I brought a clean cup from my house … AND my own tea bag.  I STILL CONSIDER THIS A TRIUMPH.

I have been reading other blogger’s experiences with mental health, and it is comforting to find other people with exactly the same problems as me, although I obviously know that 1 in 4 people suffer with depression and anxiety, it is nice to actually read their stories.

I refuse to be beaten.