Back from the Edge (I had sex with U2)
current location: Work
current mood: recovering
current song: Pooooo-kaaaaaaay-MOOOOOON!
And I'm back.
Many of you (or possibly none of you) may have been wondering where I've been. Allow me to fill you in briefly.
For the past month and a half or so, I've just been ... not well. In a bad place, mentally. It started, like so many of my favourite breakdowns have, with a notion. A notion that quickly spread into a full-blown crisis. OCD-erific. Because of that, it definitely felt like I was on the edge of losing it completely. I'm probably over-exaggerating, but that's what it felt like.
So that being said ... the typical effect on my life was not wanting to go out or communicate with anyone in my circle. The last thing I wanted to do was fake it and pretend that I was fine when I wasn't. So I basically went to work and came home. The monotony of adulthood is anything but conducive to mental collapse. Who knew?
So, in an ever present of fit of cliche, I decided to go see a shrink. A real one. Not some prat with a stupid moustache, an accent I can't place, and an annoying long thumbnail who;ll give me good (read: great) drugs. So yeah. Did that. Really fucking awesome. Whoever says it doesn't do any good is either lying or a Jedi.
So now I'm slowly climbing out of the hole. Not 100% yet but definitely getting there. So now you know.
In other news, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life.
But it's Friday. And I have the Pokemon theme in my head. And the weather is beautiful.