I’ve spent today making art (finishing my collage at last), painting and redesigning this blog into a hopefully much easier to read formet.
These are good, productive things. But tidying up the blog meant I had to bin posts I wrote in the middle of a paranoid episode.
I have a mental illness. I say that with neither pride nor shame, same as I would my coeliac disease. Most of the time when I start to struggle I use the coping skills I have learned over the years and keep going. But sometimes they fail.
In the latest case, I suppose I can take some mild comfort in the fact that outside factors/people brought this one on. The sad truth is, toxic, nasty and cunning people will push your buttons to get a reaction. It is a tough fact to face, that you trusted such an evil excuse for a person. Especially when your mind is telling you that everyone wants you dead, and here’s someone confirming it.
I came out the other end, mostly anyway. Support from family and friends can never be understated. They are treasures. They’ve talked me down more times than I can count.
For all of you: thank you!
Bloody Roses 