I procrastinate and procrastinate and procrastinate. I have procrastinated my treatment, my action, my decisions and now things have come to a head. My parents want an answer by tomorrow. My landlady told me on Friday she’s kicking me out (I am paying rent on time- but she doesn’t like me, I don’t do the social niceties the other girls tend to do). My mind is a flurry of memories and emotions, most of which I can’t control. This has prevented me from acting on decisions and taking-charge of…

            I am not very good at expressing myself so as usual I found something which reflects my feelings better than me:

From a blog on mental health (specifically schizophrenia and emotional health):

We all get bothered, flustered, disillusioned, or disappointed from time to time (in varying degrees), and it would be dishonest of me to pretend I’m any different. If you can express yourself in a constructive way that doesn’t hurt anyone mentally,…