My Mood does NOT Define my Mind

A sentiment I have been meaning to share for some time with you fellow Oddities. I have this little gem written on a Post-it stuck to my monitor at work so I can see it at all times. A post in the making for over a year now, never the right time, until today it … Continue reading My Mood does NOT Define my Mind

Dermatillomania and Me

I have never spoken about this before. This is quite a new and raw topic for me (in some places literally). For those of you who do not know, Dermatillomania is a skin-picking disorder often associated with Anxiety which can cause simple blemishes or small scabs to become deep, painful wounds through the process of … Continue reading Dermatillomania and Me

We shall not see his like again

I still struggle to comprehend how a man as extraordinary as Robin Williams could have suffered so much, for so long, that he felt suicide was his only option... A truly Great man, committed always to the well-being and entertainment of others whilst feeling empty and devoid of love for himself. He has starred in … Continue reading We shall not see his like again

Broken like so many stacked Crackers

Stacked... then Broken Having a VERY bad day. Anxiety level is through the roof. Shaking hands, stuttering, brain fog, the lot! In a strange period of time where I believe I must have disassociated, I found myself feeling like a stack of crushed crackers... Every time a new thought/idea/feeling arrived on the cracker stack... CRUNCH... … Continue reading Broken like so many stacked Crackers