I am bored, because I am at home alone, in the flat that me and my boyfriend share, and the reason I am alone is due to Panic. Let me make this clear - I am a girl of many intricate mindsets, and I can reel off a list of mental disorders I have been diagnosed with as long as your arm (however, as anyone who has been caught up in the mental health system will know, your diagnosis is ever-changing). Right now, I think we can settle with Schizoaffective Disorder, with Borderline Personality disorder. Both of these disorders come with anxiety, and today anxiety came and shook me, fucked up my heartbeat and make me shake. Some describe these things when they are in love, but I can assure you that panic is not at ALL pleasant.
I suppose the reason I'm really writing this blog is because I really feel like I need an outlet. My close friends know about my various mental complications, and my very very very close friends know the reasons why I am like this, but I really just would sometimes like a medium through which I can spill it all out. It's one thing talking to friends, but everyone knows that friends - to a point - can get bored. Hopefully, one day, someone might stumble across this blog and somehow relate to it and feel a bit better about themselves. I plan to be brutal, too. I'm going to be talking about medications, therapies, up days and down days. There's nothing I'm going to shirk from. Besides, I haven't given my name so I needn't worry too much ;)
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