I guess Friday the 13th isn't a really promising day to start my blog is it? Assuming starting this blog wasn't a bad idea, so far so good.
Not a thing has happened to me today that I didn't want to happen, so maybe I'll just call it my lucky day. It was pretty normal really. I got some work done, I ate dinner, I did some drawing, and I procrastinated when it got around to doing any actual writing.
I lead kind of a bizarre life. I have lots of activities, too many possibly. I rarely sleep enough, I consume drugs. Legally prescribed drugs of course. I spend more time then I would like to alone, and sometimes the loneliness gets to me, but when I spend time with others it frequently doesn't go well. I do better in crowds then I once did.
My clinician tells me I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and possibly a couple other interesting anxiety disorders. It seems to me that people who have the sort of problems I do rarely talk about them. I certainly never do, which is why I'm keeping my name private. I thought this would be a good place to talk about these things and see what other people have to say.
Although this all sounds rather dark. the truth is my life is going a lot better then it used to. I lived most of my life without ever getting any sort of real treatment, which is unfortunate. Things are going better for me now then they ever have, but my skin still crawls when people touch me, and I have trouble eating in the presence of other people. I hope those problems will go away eventually. I wish I knew for sure.