coping

This is real life, and mental illness is a real thing.

12.30.14: The date I met my boyfriend for the first time (I’m not going to use his name for privacy reasons so every time I refer to “him” it’s my boyfriend): It’s safe to say that I am head over heels, crazy in love with this guy. I know a lot of people are going to judge me for this post because I just got the date we met tattooed on me and we have only known each other for less than a year. But before you judge, you should know how much of an impact this guy as made on my life.

Every Day Can Go Either Way

and every day can be a misadventure.

On a GOOD day, the world makes sense, and the faces, voices, and strange thoughts bubble quietly on the sidelines. Stress is low and my mind is somewhat clear, like the summer sky with a few overhead clouds of confusion. I look forward to what the day offers. I am eager for the adventure.

Dear Ugly Faces

So what if you guys are still around? I’m gonna live my life anyways! New motto:

Mind expansion to accept the ugly faces as just one aspect of a bigger and more vibrant mental state and lifestyle, through good and bad times.

Just fade away or become a part of my overall kind, smart, and important SELF.

Which will it be?

 

Fuck You All

Fall back and leave me alone! I hate you all!

Fuck the doctors for certifying me when you don’t know who the
fuck I am!
Fuck staff for never having a straight answer and injecting me with poison!

Fuck the hospital for detaining me!
Fuck security and the nurses for putting me into seclusion and restraining me to a bed!
Fuck the police for tackling me and throwing me to the ground!
Fuck the Alberta Mental Health Act for shitting on my rights!

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