tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084543587101383193.post347805289268798907..comments2014-05-24T17:18:18.249-07:00Comments on Frankie's Joint: The Cat Rules The RoostAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15356119484782485517noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084543587101383193.post-41603571497584620302014-05-03T17:46:12.113-07:002014-05-03T17:46:12.113-07:00I forgot to mention that while we were waiting for...I forgot to mention that while we were waiting for my prescription to be filled, I was looking through the vitamins, then the "pain relievers" and heard fucking "I Wanna Rock and Roll All Night (And Party Every Day)" by Kiss. I could not stop laughing. At a drugstore. The original. A drugstore. Early evening. 2014. It was just fucking hilarious!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356119484782485517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084543587101383193.post-86400289590239398172014-05-03T14:23:01.556-07:002014-05-03T14:23:01.556-07:00What a sweetheart you are! I didn't think my h...What a sweetheart you are! I didn't think my honesty was so much brave as me being unable to edit myself in writing and in public. Shit just comes flying out, and there it is! It could be totally embarrassing, or funny, or way over my own crazy head!<br /><br />Yeah, I know what you mean about the "Look at me! I'm a hero! I beat my mental illness, and I'm back to be your guru..." Sometimes I wanna grab those guys and punch 'em in the throat, and say, "Since you're over it, or "healed", move on, get outta here! Go live your life!" Who knows, you may end up inmates at the same psych hospital ward again one day!<br /><br />I'm Bipolar, have PTSD, and wicked anxiety, so I can definitely be a loose canon with a filthy mouth and am not even PC with the mentally ill! That is pretty sad. Accept your crazy! Doesn't mean you have to like it or love it. Let your freak flag fly high! Have some fun with it when you can, have a laugh like a kid again!<br /><br />I shall try not to discount my successes, but it's hard. I should remind myself that I didn't die in the way I didn't want to, and that damn treadmill is still calling to me. Next, it will start texting me.<br /><br />Thanks for your comments! Much appreciated!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356119484782485517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084543587101383193.post-59104573064411647862014-05-02T14:40:37.434-07:002014-05-02T14:40:37.434-07:00What would we do without your brave honesty? We wo...What would we do without your brave honesty? We would sink in a cess pool of our self inflicted political correctness that even I have succumbed to in the past year or so ... getting out and about in the "mental health advocacy" circles loose cannons who use words like fuck and crazy and psycho and not "mentally ill" and all those other pc words ONLY aren't asked to be on the speakers list hahaha. But you speak volumes because you speak to our hearts not to some bullshit "Look at me, I'm a fucking narcissist who beat the bully mental illness and will be your guru back to divine perfection." We live with this and some days are better than others. Some moments are more golden and healing is a jagged edge upward sometimes.<br /><br />I just got a bunch of homework in my email from my one on one ... if I had balls, they would ache right now. I have to take it one small paragraph at time because they are kicking me in the gut. Stuff triggers us and knocks us down, but you get up and you go get your meds and you strap back into the car to go home and you get on the treadmill ... Don't discount your successes. It didn't kill you today so you won.Chrissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11907134716797358207noreply@blogger.com