I recently got diagnosed with autism. I join the ranks of several other people who were diagnosed with borderline personality disorder incorrectly. Whilst I have never been keen on labels I had always

I have had @ratticus with me for just over a week and they left this morning. It has been challenging because in that time I've had to face some truths. Filling out paperwork on my lousy range of movement

I’m seriously been battered about lately physically and mentally and recovery time takes longer and longer. I’m a bit perturbed by a somewhat compliment my psychologist made to me today. They said they

I have for a while now avoided looking at steemit. After all if I don't load it and don't write in here (as promised completely honest) then maybe I don't have the issues I'm suffering? An internet version

I had an extremely long day. The kind where I actually started breaking apart. Where you are so desperate for help you are actually willing to make the phone calls but you don’t actually know whom to call.

Right now I hate you. Except I don’t hate you. I keep being open and honest and you make it so easy to do that. So I hate you because I am not feeling the strongest. Because I am now well aware of how

Over tired and over being tired. Trying to self care by reading. Trying...

I would like to report a brain defect. Despite daily patching (medication) there seems to be an error in the tearduct.exe. I’ve run several shutdown commands and it still doesn’t seem to be responding.

Applied for my almost perfectly described dream job. Damn I wants it so much. My precious.

I want to hurt myself. I can’t though. Doing so would hurt those whom deeply care about me and I can’t inflict that kind of pain on them. But I so desperately want to scream, tear flesh, cut away and rip

I’ve been feeling sensitive lately and have spent way to much time hiding in my bed. It’s a safe place. Often I curl up on my husbands side. It smells of him. He is safe. But there have been times where

I don’t get a silent night or day in my head. The simple fact is that I can’t see, hear or do anything without my brain linking it to a time, a place or a person. So when I do have those brief moments

Yesterday morning despite waking up feeling fine things went downhill fast. Driving my daughter to school I felt pain in my lower back. I ended up pulling in to the Dr’s instead of going to work because

Good news can sometimes lead to tears. However they are generally tears of joy. Tonight I received a promotion through St John Ambulance Australia where I teach youth members to be first aiders and support

I need a hug. The kind of bug that engulfs you, that has pressure in it. Enough pressure to help calm my psychotic brain from being such a jackass. But hubby isn’t home. I have a friend that I could possibly

I haven’t posted for a while. Between work and playing single mum whilst hubby was away doing a multiple day St John Ambulance duty O haven’t really opened steemit. Also being truly honest I started a

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ― Anais Nin This is one of my favourite quotes and seems so aptly appropriate of late. I have

I realised the other day that how well I tend to look after myself is proportioned to how well I feel loved and cared for by others.

At the start of the year I had a friendship take a nasty hit and despite assurances and promises that this friend of mine wouldn't cut me off, did just that. Of course it's far more complicated than that

*** WARNING: This post contains themes that may be distressing. *** I watched this video today and it left me seriously thinking about labels and having any diagnosis. I am not one for labels. When it