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.
Post-note: Despite my brain-drama, I did reach the halfway point with my short story, “Hoar Frost.” Go, me!