This is a very powerful read. It makes me wonder what soon to be ex-wife #3 truly thinks of me.
I really try not to take things personally, especially when it comes to mental disorders. But I admit that I hold them close, almost cherish them. My mentally-flawed brain is what makes me me and I’m turning my life (and sanity) inside out trying to love myself instead of hate, hate, hate.
I almost don’t like blogging communities. I admit that too. Sorry whatever audience I have.
They take me out of this bubble. This safe bubble. No judgement. Anonymity.
I’m not currently following any blogs because I don’t have a ton of time to read them, and if I’m being completely honest, most of the time I just don’t want to. It’s not that I don’t want to connect, or am anti-social (although I kinda am, mostly because I hate human stupidity and ignorance). It’s that either the posts are too close to home and I’m not ready to…
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