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([personal profile] sprinklethief Feb. 20th, 2005 07:01 am)
probably one of the best posts i've seen as of late

i LOVE that it's "in" to be crazy. like all the wonderful actresses and "musicians" that make sure it's publicized that they checked themselves into hospitals. OH THE TRAGEDY!!!

cuz you know, the wonderful side effects of meds are so awesome, yanno, the migranes, the racing heart, the cold sweats, the shakes, the nausia, the constant vertigo and fever... not to mention you sleep through most of your life. and the two greatest words to ever describe a possible side effect from meds... FATAL RASH!!!! oh, and the detox if you ever run out of your meds and can't get a refill right away!?!?! the constricted breathing, stomach cramping and vomiting, it's so great!

oh, and then when your own mother seems so uncomfortable around you that she'd rather put her head in a wood chipper than have to spend time alone with you, oh that's a gas. when all your "friends" suddenly walk on eggshells around you so as not to set you off and everyone's afraid to tell you that you look like you just walked in off the streets because you've forgotten to brush your hair/shower/shave/remove your makeup for over a week! man, that's totally awesome!

i think one of the best parts is right after diagnosis, when you realize how much of the fucked up shit you've done that you can't explain was all part of a major brain dysfunction, and you try to go around an apologise to people and they make you feel like shit for "using your illness as a crutch" or whatever. cuz you know, it's an excuse, not an explination.

god, i'm so glad i've been dubbed severly mentally ill. it makes me so hip! i dunno if i could have fit in otherwise! thank you malfunctioning frontal lobe!

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From: [identity profile] limbik.livejournal.com


If I had a nickel for every kid out there that self diagnosed their bipolar and flaunted it I'd be able to pay for my medication.

From: [identity profile] waffles2poles.livejournal.com


As you read in my last journal post, I can identify with the apologies and getting shat on.

My current visit with an old martial arts instructor was really fun.

He rattled off all these things he heard I did. Although 95% of them were true, they had to be explained . I was caught off guard. When I was leaving, he says " Get your head on straight."

He survived Cancer but he wouldn't understand this. Ah, the sins of the past...

From: [identity profile] paroxysm-cycle.livejournal.com


isn't that strange that someone who has been close to death cannot fathom those of us who are constantly close to death?
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