I’ve been having a bit of a wild week. I’ve had several panic attacks, the worst I’ve ever had, and also had a new experience with paralysing anxiety. I’ve never had that before! It was wild! I literally couldn’t move because my anxiety was through the roof. However, ten minutes later after I recovered, I was dancing around my bedroom to Altered Images. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: borderline personality disorder is a fucking rollercoaster. A rollercoaster of fun!
You may be familiar with the nursery rhyme “The Bear Went Over The Mountain”. Unsurprisingly it’s about a bear. And he goes over a mountain. He goes over to see what he can see. And all that he can see is the other side of the mountain. Now, for most humans this won’t come as a shock. Mountains have two sides. When you get to the top, unless it’s pure foggy, you’re gonna see the other side of the mountain. But how does the bear feel about this? Is this a nursery rhyme of woe or of wonderment? I’m not sure.
