I am having a moment. Or a series of moments. Or an epic fucktonne of moments. So I have a few of my biatches posting for me for a little while… I mean COME ON you saw the last post.
I will save you from more of that.
You are totally welcome.
Today my saviour is the lovely Eden from Edenland
Patron Saint of the Fucked Up.
Dymphna was this Irish chick born in the 7th Century. Her mother died when she was 14. Her father searched everywhere for a replacement and found one – in Dymphna. Crazed with grief, he wanted her bad and pursued her relentlessly until she ran away. Determined to serve God, a priest took her to safety. Eventually her father found her … and cut her head clean off.
She’s known as the Patron Saint of Mental Illness – and becoming “increasingly popular during these days of worry, fear and tension.”
Way to go, Dymph!
I struggle with lots of “unseen” things. I may look and seem the same as you, but underneath my trunk is a whole lotta pain, angst, anxiety, worry, and deep depression. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing that so many other people suffer the same sorts of problems. What the hell is wrong with us all?
I’ve been operating in the world completely unmedicated for over three months now … it’s quite a wild ride. Exhilerating. Terrifying. I’m not sure how long I can last, but I’m willing to find out. I might even throw a few prayers Dymphna’s way – I like having my own Patron Saint.
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