Recently, I have been trying to set up an appointment for the doctor, so I can be put back on medication. My BPD seems to be worsening.. I've tried comics, tea, meditation, and spoonful after spoonful of honey, but it just doesn't last. I'm still morose from my head to toe.
I feel like Eeyore, who is always being followed by a rain cloud and losing his tail. Gloomy and lost, I realized I wasn't the only one. I remembered my psychology teacher once told me that 3/4 of the world suffers from a mental disorder. On that note, I decided to make this site to track my life through my own mental disorder. My little teacups will come to learn my past with the mental institution and early signs of depressive behavior.
I hope you all - my little teacup depressives - will find it mournfully joyful here. This is my way of saying, "you have been heard".