No, not the movie with Tom Hiddleston. (It’s a damn fine movie though; a young Hiddles jumping naked into a pool. I mean, what more is there to ask for.) No, it’s about my life. About me and my stuff. Completely unrelated to what I usually write about here. Maybe no one is really interested in my little life here on earth and maybe I should write this somewhere else but here. Still, Auri’s initiative has got me thinking; my mental health is fucked up, to say it with the nicer choice of words. And now a thought has popped up in my mind; maybe I should start to actually process some of the shit that has happened to me. Things that has lead me to where I am now. But I am not sure this blog is the place. If my depressive talk will destroy my cosy living room feeling. Well, I know it will because it usually do. That’s how mental illness works, it destroys the atmosphere. It destroys the people around it. The relationships between people. But it needs to be talked about. So, should I talk about it?
I don’t know, it was just a thought that slithered its way into my mind yesterday after all the posts about suicide help. Take a look at Auri’s post.
It is a very nice and admirable project. I hope it will help those who need it.