None of this makes sense, but oh well.
I haven’t posted on here in a while. I was going to go to Starbucks and write but didn’t feel like lugging my giant laptop backpack around while in a skirt. But I need to write something somewhere because I can feel my mood dropping again. And it’s necessary I learn how to cope with this brain, because I’m not getting a new one.
That’s the thing about mental health I wish more people would accept. No matter how much therapy you have, or how many medications they put you on, or many times you go to the hospital, you’re not getting a new brain. Sure, yours may change in the process of “healing” or whatever, but it’s still your brain. Wish all you want, but science has yet to figure out how to do brain transplants. And even then, it’d probably be a really risky procedure and, also…
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