Well I wish there was an interesting story that I could tell you, but it is just the same 'tragic' story that you hear on X factor or BGT. I lost a lot of people on my journey to become an adult one of them being my father. I lost friends both through death and due to, well I guess being caught in a web of despair and being a weird emo chick with eyeliner thicker than a chicken thigh, I mean I don't know the guidelines in the manual of how to cope with death when you're 15 but pretty sure I didn't follow any of them, everyone loves a rebel right?!
School was tough, being poor didn't help kids can be cruel about what you do and don't have. Oh and being clever apparently is something to be mocked, I know lets enjoy that now when I'm the one with the degree. Even though yet I haven't achieved anything with it, yet, standard graduate crisis.
An turbulent relationship with my mother then gift wrapped my teen years for me with many arguments, which did include swearing and I hate you's flying round more than Easy Jet. I guess the combination of all those things affected my mental health, or I already had it and all this was the showstopper that my brain had been waiting for to perform it's opening number.
Where am I now ?! currently sat at a desk writing this, but no really I'm in a happy relationship living with the man of my dreams. I guess as a girl or guys dream is to find love and all the issues go away, well Jeremy Kyle shows that all that's a load of bullshit then. Half the couples on there have more issues than OK magazine except they don't have lie detector results in the mag the paparazzi catch it. Cool new game show who caught more the paps or the guests on Jeremy Kyle (yes by catch I mean STDS). Nice little vision in my brain there for you all, thank me later.
University my mental health didn't like being ignored so would play up every now and again, just like a brat of a child when they aren't getting attention. Except I never threw myself on the floor and had an abundance of snot dribbling down my face into my mouth. Last summer was the worst point for me as I ended up at the hospital, being treated and watched like a criminal which to me was just bizarre. If someone had any other health issue they'd get cared for in the proper manner get grapes, flowers the usual crap, me ? I had some lady watch me while I pee and then a skip full of judgement when I got out, seems fair right ? note the sarcasm.
Now I am stuck on anxiety meds, depression meds and mood stabilisers for whatever else they haven't labeled me with yet. I mean jazzier names would be more fun and I would be more persuaded to take a title that I have to put on more forms than I can count. I bet even Donald Trump doesn't have that much information he has to write down. Then again I bet he has to write down he has a taupe, false teeth and a false tan darker than a mahogany sideboard.
I have good and bad days still but the good definitely outnumber the bad but on here you'll have the pleasure of reading both and hopefully it will be able to help you or someone you know I will always welcome messages!
But for now that's me
Rosie X
School was tough, being poor didn't help kids can be cruel about what you do and don't have. Oh and being clever apparently is something to be mocked, I know lets enjoy that now when I'm the one with the degree. Even though yet I haven't achieved anything with it, yet, standard graduate crisis.
An turbulent relationship with my mother then gift wrapped my teen years for me with many arguments, which did include swearing and I hate you's flying round more than Easy Jet. I guess the combination of all those things affected my mental health, or I already had it and all this was the showstopper that my brain had been waiting for to perform it's opening number.
Where am I now ?! currently sat at a desk writing this, but no really I'm in a happy relationship living with the man of my dreams. I guess as a girl or guys dream is to find love and all the issues go away, well Jeremy Kyle shows that all that's a load of bullshit then. Half the couples on there have more issues than OK magazine except they don't have lie detector results in the mag the paparazzi catch it. Cool new game show who caught more the paps or the guests on Jeremy Kyle (yes by catch I mean STDS). Nice little vision in my brain there for you all, thank me later.
University my mental health didn't like being ignored so would play up every now and again, just like a brat of a child when they aren't getting attention. Except I never threw myself on the floor and had an abundance of snot dribbling down my face into my mouth. Last summer was the worst point for me as I ended up at the hospital, being treated and watched like a criminal which to me was just bizarre. If someone had any other health issue they'd get cared for in the proper manner get grapes, flowers the usual crap, me ? I had some lady watch me while I pee and then a skip full of judgement when I got out, seems fair right ? note the sarcasm.
Now I am stuck on anxiety meds, depression meds and mood stabilisers for whatever else they haven't labeled me with yet. I mean jazzier names would be more fun and I would be more persuaded to take a title that I have to put on more forms than I can count. I bet even Donald Trump doesn't have that much information he has to write down. Then again I bet he has to write down he has a taupe, false teeth and a false tan darker than a mahogany sideboard.
I have good and bad days still but the good definitely outnumber the bad but on here you'll have the pleasure of reading both and hopefully it will be able to help you or someone you know I will always welcome messages!
But for now that's me
Rosie X
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