Borderline Personality Disorder. Cyclothymia. Tourette’s syndrome. Abused child. Fibromyalgia. Narcissist. Schizophrenic tendencies. OCD. (recovering) Alcoholic. (recovering) Drug dependent. Suicidal tendencies. Self harming. Depressive. Agoraphobic….Blah blah blah
Just some of the medical labels that have been applied to me over the years, not in any specific order. They have defined and molded me over time, and for a long while they WERE ME. Or rather, I was those things. And not much more.
Now, now life is different. I’m not ‘cured’ I never will be, and I’m glad as I am all these things, and more. I am greater than the sum of my parts!
And I’m improving all the time, learning to live with who I am. Teaching this damaged body and excitable mind to cooperate.
I don’t have anything particularly important to say most of the time. Just a stream of chaotic consciousness, a need to vent, to express and to connect (mostly with myself!) to make sense of the bonkers mess bursting to escape the confines of my mind.
So in short….
Mentally Unique, Hidden Disabled, Feminist, Kinky, Geeky, Poly, Squirrel obsessed Spoonie… and more!
Contains adult themes, swearing and sexually explicit language. You have been warned!