Living with a mental illness
I’ve discovered myself to be mentally ill. And it’s great!
It’s hard to think of anything more stigmatised than mental illness. When you tell someone you’re mentally ill, they completely lose their shit; they don’t trust you anymore.
Therefore its admission is antithetical to the presentation of a perfect self image.
The state of mind I am headed towards is one in which, were the entire world and their grandmother to walk in on me as I was ejaculating and at the same time losing control of my bowels, neither the slightest shame nor fear would be evoked.
I describe myself as an uncontained mess. It is like there is not enough container anymore. The container is shrinking but my ‘contents’ are still the same amount, and so they spill out all over everyone, and there’s nothing to be done about it.
So brave I am now, that even mentally ill states are seen to be nothing but a blessing.