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You know how sometimes someone will put a thought in your head and it'll just stay with you and fester until it's difficult to think about anything else? I'm having one of those days. You see, my good friend ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lickingtoad just brought up the idea of how we compare ourselves to other people our own age, maybe people we went to school with or who grew up near us. For those of us with mental health issues, we get slapped in the face with the idea of how different our lives would be if only we weren't so sick--or in some cases--if we'd been diagnosed correctly the first couple of times we sought help.
I'm totally stuck in a rut of anger, I'm really pissed about how many people I know--people who aren't any smarter or more talented than I, who have successful lives and careers and money to do cool things with. Meanwhile H and I can't afford a freakin' iPod or something as simple as a trip to Philly to meet his family. If I were "normal" or even "average" things would be very different.
Not sure if all this wondering and pissyness isn't just an excuse for how poorly my life is going. Deep down though, I don't think it is. After all, I've only been on proper medication with a proper diagnosis for three of my thirty six years on this planet. I've only been away from daily abuse for eight years, and I've only been getting treatment for past trauma for a year or so. This doesn't even count all the times I've been put on exactly the wrong meds for my condition because male doctors refused to listen to me or believe what I was telling them.
Now of course my life is comprised of me trying to get some happy, and then waiting for the other shoe to drop once I get some. All I can think about is what's going to come along next to fuck up the scraps of goodness I've managed to grab. It keeps me from enjoying anything, and makes me angry at anyone who has it better than me (the way I see it). And it's very, VERY annoying.
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In other news, I hear The Simpsons movie is great. And I even heard it from REAL Simpsons fans, not all those creeps that say the show hasn't been good in years. Which generally means they haven't taken the time to watch. Anyway, H says he wants to go, so maybe we will.
lickingtoad just brought up the idea of how we compare ourselves to other people our own age, maybe people we went to school with or who grew up near us. For those of us with mental health issues, we get slapped in the face with the idea of how different our lives would be if only we weren't so sick--or in some cases--if we'd been diagnosed correctly the first couple of times we sought help. I'm totally stuck in a rut of anger, I'm really pissed about how many people I know--people who aren't any smarter or more talented than I, who have successful lives and careers and money to do cool things with. Meanwhile H and I can't afford a freakin' iPod or something as simple as a trip to Philly to meet his family. If I were "normal" or even "average" things would be very different.
Not sure if all this wondering and pissyness isn't just an excuse for how poorly my life is going. Deep down though, I don't think it is. After all, I've only been on proper medication with a proper diagnosis for three of my thirty six years on this planet. I've only been away from daily abuse for eight years, and I've only been getting treatment for past trauma for a year or so. This doesn't even count all the times I've been put on exactly the wrong meds for my condition because male doctors refused to listen to me or believe what I was telling them.
Now of course my life is comprised of me trying to get some happy, and then waiting for the other shoe to drop once I get some. All I can think about is what's going to come along next to fuck up the scraps of goodness I've managed to grab. It keeps me from enjoying anything, and makes me angry at anyone who has it better than me (the way I see it). And it's very, VERY annoying.
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Your blog has 23 sentences per entry, which suggests your general message is distinguished by verbosity
(writing for the web should be concise).
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Your text shows characteristics which are 57% male and 43% female
(for more information see the Gender Genie).
Looking at pronoun indicators, you write mainly about yourself, then the world in general and finally your social circle. Also, your writing focuses primarily on the present, next the past and lastly the future.
Find out what your blogging style is like!
In other news, I hear The Simpsons movie is great. And I even heard it from REAL Simpsons fans, not all those creeps that say the show hasn't been good in years. Which generally means they haven't taken the time to watch. Anyway, H says he wants to go, so maybe we will.
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