I’ll start off by apologising, because I’m going to get bitchy. As someone who’s a bit of a slave to their emotions I do enjoy a good bitchy rant, so if I’m being completely honest I’m not really sorry. But, eh, I’ll be nice. I am not depressed. I do not have depression. … Continue reading I Am Not Depressed
Settle in, kids! It’s time to get educated! I’ve had a few reactions to my blog and I’m fortunate enough that they’ve all been good. They are usually well-wishes or pieces of advice which I genuinely believe come from a place of kindness and helpfulness. You should all know that I’m thankful for these. … Continue reading I Am Already Better
I’m fortunate enough to have been employed by a few people who took into account my ridiculous brain and asked me how best they could deal with it. What could they do to help? What could be avoided? This is an absolutely lovely thing for them to do and it encompasses so many good … Continue reading Triggers
Fun fact about fire alarms – they’re not just there to alert you to fires. A fairly recent study showed that if a person saw smoke or suspected a fire but didn’t see anyone else reacting, the incredibly powerful and wonderfully British urge to NOT MAKE A SCENE would have them sit tight pretty … Continue reading Human Fire Alarms
I’m not exaggerating when I say that BPD can be hellish. When I meet other people with it I say, “That’s cool, we’re in the same club” when what I’m actually thinking is “Dear God I’m so sorry”. Knowing that your mind works so painfully differently to everyone else’s can be an incredibly isolating … Continue reading The Good Stuff
I obsess. I obsess worse than anything you’ve ever seen. When I get going, I make even 1 Direction fan fiction writers look tame, or those people who know their Hogwarts house, wand and wizarding blood-type by heart (Hufflepuff, 10 inch holly wood and phoenix feather, expect-O-patronus HAHAHA). This, as with most things my brain … Continue reading Keys, Phone, Wallet…
Despite my ridiculous brain, I’m quite high functioning. People meet me and think I’m weird but often it’s chalked up to quirkiness. Not many realise that I am actually quite insane. It’s true, I’m a master of deception. When it comes to appearing sane, I have two main issues: a hyperactive imagination and incredibly … Continue reading The Night the Moon Came Down
