...or did I already lose it and am unaware?
[DISCLAIMER: The writer of this Document is not now, nor ever has, nor
ever will say that any mental disorder is not
a real trauma, nor are they funny. This writing is for entertainment purposes only, so please
read it in the form it is
intended.]
Have you ever thought about the thin line between sanity and insanity?
Split Personality for instance I know myself that when I am in different modes I can and do appear to be a different person altogether.
For instance as a norm I am overall reserved and more of an observer. I enjoy giggling and smile a lot. I enjoy meeting new people and helping others. My voice tone is average for a woman, not too high not too low. I am a good listener and into giving people another chance.
But get me REALLY mad and…
Presto Change-o!! You can now call me Ryan (from the Exorcist instead of Ranae’) with definite symptoms of a Psychotic of some type.
My posture changes as every muscle in my body tightens, my eyes switch from a hint of blue to gray. The tone of my voice drops to just a hint above a baritone & I suddenly find curse words I didn’t even know that I knew. My hearing suddenly goes bad and I can no longer hear a word your saying to me nor do I care to listen.
How about that certain time of the month? Some call it P.M.S. but could it possible be the thin line of manic depression setting in?
Don’t want to do nothing, see nothing, say nothing, and hear nothing. Just going to crawl into my bed and sleep away the entire week. Letting my thoughts of how hopeless everything is swim around in my head like a goldfish in a bowl. Round and round... no purpose… not going anywhere…
Ever have times in your life that you have more things to accomplish than you have time in the day? Running around from task to task, not finishing one before your mind has moved on to start on the next one? Look out you’re a case for Attention Deficiency Disorder!
Eyes tend to flicker back and forth a bit more; the nerves in your body tingle keeping you on edge. If interrupted your so lost in thought that you either ignore it entirely or you snap some senseless babble their way. “I can’t help you! I have to … have to… what was the name of that … ohhh, that’s right it’s in the garage? Oh never mind!!” And just how many different trips into the living room do you make before you FINALLY remember you went in there to grab your pen?
Want a major disorder with symptoms of all the above and even more?
Not only more but also ALL AT THE SAME TIME!
I have one for you, it’s called…
MENOPAUSE!!!
But that’s another story for another time…
