The smarter the person the more they analyze. There is a direct correlation between genius and insanity; especially anxiety.
Well I feel suicidal, not so much that I’ll likely kill myself, but in a way that makes me feel like a fucking genius.
This world is shit. We ignore everything that is wrong with distractions. Forget the children dying of malaria, I have cable.
How can anyone live knowing all that is wrong. It baffles my mind and breaks my heart. Some days my ability to do nothing kills me inside.
Fuck cable, vacations, vegans, celebrities, and every other asshole who ignores the problem.
I’m literally in tears over the pathetic state of this planet.
Remember to smile,
I feel smitten is an under appreciated word. More importantly, I’m smitten.
Since my ex broke my heart and moved away I’ve been avoiding the opposite sex. However, I recently started talking to a girl. She’s sweet, funny, cute, clever, nerdy, and a smart-ass. I couldn’t ask for more.
While it’s still early, just talking to her brightens my day. I’m excited to see where things go.
Remember to smile,
Anyone who has served in the military or Peace Corps knows what a bug-out bag is. If you don’t, it is a ready packed bag generally containing enough supplies to last 72 hours. Obviously the supplies vary depending on needs.
I’m diagnosed bipolar, PTSD, general anxiety, and social anxiety. The obvious medical solution is to drug me. I see a psychiatrist, therapist, peer support specialist, a case manager, and of course a primary care doctor.
At the young age of 27 I’m considering a vasectomy. It’s not a new thought, I’ve been considering it since I realized I was bipolar at 16.
I grew up in a verbally and physically abusive household, which probably explains the childhood PTSD. Most of this abuse came from my mother, who for most of my life has been a single parent.
I have a cute chihuahua, passed down from my mom, and a rescued pit bull. These dogs are my entire world, but more importantly they motivate me