A year ago I chose the name Detached From Logic for my blog. It came to me instantly. I simply wanted the title to reflect my mind. And most of the things I think of are silly, random and chaotic all at once. Those are the fun times, in my mind.
The not so fun times are when my anxiety disorder runs a muck. After it races around, it’s ugly cousin depression stays for an unannounced visit. It’s nuts when they hang out together. It even makes me anxious to write about having depression. Cause I can’t cope with the well wishers or shock and “awe-ers” who say, ” I had no idea you were, you know, depressed.”
Of course you didn’t know. I don’t exactly like to bring attention to my shitty parts when I can get you to laugh or smile instead. And I get real worried my mom will start leaving motivational quotes on my voice mail. I go it alone. Like most people who have a mental health issue.