After a crappy day of mental health yesterday, I am considering penning
a nitty-gritty, down and dirty journal of my daily struggles with panic,
anxiety, and OCD.
No ties to writing, no fluff, no painted on silver linings. Just a
factual tell-all of what it’s like to live with mental illness. Too many people
just don’t get it. And the people who do, might like a little company down in
the trenches.
It’s just a thought.
I know I sometimes get lonely down here.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Post-note: Despite my brain-drama, I did reach the halfway point with
my short story, “Hoar Frost.” Go, me!
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