Life is a B***h and Then You Die
I haven’t wrote on here in years but I just need to get this off of my chest. Just something I’m working on.
Life can be funny sometimes, some days you are living your “best life” singing your middle school songs with the love of your life, other days it seems like you cant get ahead. And constantly question is it your mental health, or is it simply just a bad day. I mean what even is mental health, and the intrusive thoughts that follow. Why would I want to throw a professor down the stairs for making it seemingly impossible to pass a class. Or do I simply use my mental health as an excuse. Because what is someone going to say if I act out, I mean after all I could get away with it can’t I? There is just something about being mentally ill that some people feel sorry for, and to some degree it is disheartening, and frustrating but I mean it can come in handy right? Oh my anxiety is too high, I am too depressed, I can’t get out of bed. Making excuses for yourself right, but blaming my mental illness makes it so much better, worse? Who knows.
The world works in funny ways, my father who ironically is now deceased, always wore a hat that said life’s a bitch and then you die. Funny, mostly because he is dead, but also because it is the truth. Sad, mostly but man, the dead dad card still works wonders, and here I am again making excuses. There is no stop to making excuses, but are they really? Is it actually how I feel? Most likely, or is it mental illness? You would think since I am a Psychology major I would have all the answers but I think even Psychiatrists half the time do not understand what is going on. They always say a great therapist has their own therapist,
