In the past week I've created more art than I have in a whole year. I started painting a huge project that I thought I needed more practice before committing, I picked up oil pastels for goodness sake!
At the same time I feel like the the chorus of Fall Out Boy's- the Phoenix. My mental health has taken a major shift in the past few months as well- I won't get into the nitty gritty of it.
It's very peculiar that whilst my mental health was (oh no another band name) at an All Time Low, I felt the most compelled to just get some art done. It's strange because I've been to therapy and this was not how my therapist told me to talk myself down from an episode. It was always "ground yourself, your thoughts aren't your reality, breathe". At the moment I'm thinking: "My thoughts aren't my reality, I'm okay with that, I'm just going to brush off those thoughts like my parents brushed off my mental health in high school".
I've been so hung up on the symptoms and wondering if I'm undiagnosed BPD or Bipolar, but In This Moment I actually don't give a fuck (something that rhymes with duck). I'm tired of trying to rationalize my thoughts. They're just there and I'm going feral.
Siddhartha, had a very cool idea. Sit down at the fig tree, go through your spiritual awakening and stand up as Buddha. I'm about 50 breakdowns from becoming enlightened but I feel oddly empowered. Own my shit problems. Don't overthink it and let my mind flow onto whatever surface I find suitable as a canvas.
Manic episode? maybe. Do I care? probably not. Hotel? Trivago.
Getting Alex Shelley and Chris Brookes to finally meet in person was SO important after seeing Alex Shelley’s “The Life Of…” on IWTV (please watch it if you haven’t already) where he gushed about Brookes.
Did anyone tell @reallyndacarter about the amazing drag queen Pollo Del Mar dressing up as Wonder Woman for her hosting duties at Effy's Big Gay Brunch, an LGBTQ+ wrestling event held during Wrestlemania weekend?
I feel like she would appreciate this fabulousness: