Following this post, I decided to pop a little page up about the existence in non mental ill health terms. As I keep getting told, I am not my illness. I have a “life” away from the illness and while the illness may affect the “life” I lead and the choices I make I still have one – though I use the term “life” loosely.
It may or may not interest you to know that I have (newly) short chocolaty brown hair and it’s all natural. I generally have green eyes, though they have been known as grey eyes and brown eyes. They’re a little like broken mood rings in my head though, are predominantly green – Pity I didn’t get a manual with them so I’d know what the green/grey/brown eyes meant.
I’m 5″10 so consequently have rather lengthy legs which yes, caused problems in my early years, but now are mighty fine pieces of equipment – funnily enough I was actually told to insure them today by S at work.
I love anything Englishy or Arty and at least used to read way too much until the concentration set itself to nil and left me and one helluva useless brain. (I also used to write alot of poetry). Of course one of the favourites would have to be The Bell Jar, however cliched that is, I do love lovely Sylvia. I like quotes, lots of quotes. Most quotes really unless they incorporate the word “destiny” – which is actually one of my least favourite words, or anything sickly sweet, overtly girly/teenage or nauseating in nature. My wardrobe doors are littered with words and little things from books and the like that “touched” me or whatever and my walls are plastered with pictures, tickets, special receipts, words and copious amounts of blu-tac. My walls were once visibly red.
I’ll admit to indulging in the Sims a little too much and, even worse, I frequent the Neopets site depending on the mood. I like the repetitive methodicalness of it all – that’s my excuse, what’s yours?
I love pasta, especially the Sainsbury’s stuffed stuff – something to do with mushrooms anyway. I also love the sweet chili Walkers Sensations crisps, especially when I have Cadbury’s Wholenut in my other hand. From experience, Aldi do the best dry roasted peanuts around and I don’t say this flippantly; me and my mum searched and taste tested many brands of peanut, even faithful KP’s and still found Aldi’s to be the best. I only drink DIET coke. Despite eating crap I can’t drink crap or at least can’t drink crap that has too many empty calories in there. Yes food fills you up but drink only fills your bladder and makes you need to pee at inappropriate times. I am yet unable to justify 100+ calories on one drink when I could be having 3 and a third pieces of Cadbury’s instead.
Not that I’m as influential as Channel 4 or The Guardian, I like to think that maybe one person will trip up on to this page and think “yeah, I’m going to eat/watch/read/whatever this”. Who knows, here goes nothing.
My own version of Films I reckon you should see before you die:
- Candy
- Pure
- Somersault
- London to Brighton
- Control
- American Beauty
- Thirteen
- Girl, Interrupted
- Sylvia
- Toy Story
Now I know, just as you know, that I’m not the brightest button, especially when it comes to the real world, so don’t be too disappointed if the above bore you out of your socks – just don’t shatter the illusion for me, I loved and still love them all.
Unsure of where to go from here right now, mainly due to tiredness and the need to see Candy before bed so I’ll finish here for now. No doubt more useless information will dance it’s way to this point soon enough.
#8 takes on a different kind of meaning after you’ve been through the mental hospital, doesn’t it?
I’ve only ever been outpatient with frequent threats of in. My parents always came to my rescue in the sense that I wasn’t force fed or whatever idea they’d cooked up but the suicide watches intensified. x