Brainucopia: Illusions give me privacy

Everyone thinks I'm good, I'm cured, I'm OK, I'm safe, danger passed. I'm chipper, social, reasonably energetic and productive.

I'm never OK. Not even close.

Stay tuned.

Filling the brainucopia lately:

Been reading my own blog from the beginning and finding it...complex.
The world is chock-full of shallow people and greatly lacking in critical-thinking skills.
Nobody to talk to. No in-person, three-dimensional friends.
Frequent ocular migraines
My weight
Coming to terms with my moronic self
It turns out I don't have Bipolar Disorder, but there's a good possibility I have residual brain damage from the medications that were prescribed for the illness I never had. I'm angry. No, I'm sad and defeated.
chronic, poorly-understood pain
Something needs to change. Everything needs to change.
A cure for what ails me. All of it.
Cop anxiety

Brainucopia

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Illusions give me privacy

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