I haven’t posted in over a month because frankly I have been too tired. I feel like I haven’t slept in three years, but I get more sleep than the average person. OCD (and it’s evil cousins, anxiety and depression) have been beating me up on a daily basis. I don’t even know what I did to them. They must like me a lot, since they never leave me.
Maybe it sounds weird, but thinking of my mental illnesses as evil imaginary things, gives me some kind of strength. They are like little mice inside me that I want to relocate elsewhere. Mice that drain all my energy and torture me in a thousand ways.
I am doing all I can to fight these mice. I take medications and have started exposure response therapy. But the mice are still going at it. They will not leave me alone. They are cruel, ruthless monsters.
So I came up with an idea: I am going to petition the Space Force to help. Honestly I wasn’t sure why we needed a Space Force to begin with. Are we looking for Chewbacca or the Vulcans? Then I realized that I want my mental illnesses to fly off into space. So maybe the Space Force does have a purpose after all… It can pluck our monsters from us and take them galaxies away. Wouldn’t that be amazing?