“Whaaaaaaaat do you waaaaaaaant…?” – my impression of me every time my cats wake me up
Really, though, this page is supposed to be a quick stop for you to get the low-down on my blog. You know, case the joint, figure out if you like me or not!
First thing you should know is that quick is not my forte. I’m going to try my hardest here, but I have a tendency for tangents, repetitivity, and general wordiness in ‘normal’ conversation, let alone when I get the chance to throw words into the ether.
Anyway, back to the point: the what. This is where I’m going to document and generally ruminate about my recovery. I’m mentally ill, and it’s been a rollercoaster for years, but lately it’s been trending downwards. I’ve been diagnosed with depression, general anxiety, and obsessive-compulsive disorder, and my journey has adeptly avoided any semblance of an ‘easy,’ ‘reasonable,’ or ‘consistent’ journey.
I’d noticed that a lot of the popular stories of mental illness and recovery are told from the point of view of people who were stable, who had recovered, or who had found some amazing coping mechanism. I wondered if that made it difficult for people on the outside to understand what they were seeing. I mean, does it really reduce the stigma or increase the understanding of disabling mental illness if we’re not putting all the stories out there? I figured it probably wasn’t helping. So, I decided to put my story out there. Welcome to my messy, real, work-in-progress life in recovery.