The depressed and anxious mind gets weary.
- I am not only my anxiety.
- I am not only my depression.
- I am not only my early-onset OCD.
- I am not only my ED–if it’s there.
I was once “dirka squirrel”. Please don’t take offense, I used to be a belligerent stoner without rules or regulations. I saw Team America, once, and my friends began the nickname in full force.
I wonder if you sense the change in my voice.
I have changed since I began this blog.
I am finding myself again, regardless of the debilitating illness which invaded my daily life.
I am searching for my faith in full force. I know it is on those country roads with Thoreau and Kerouac.
I am understanding my worth, my aspirations and my future.
I am also, who I used to be, because it has made me who I am today. The stories… oh, the stories of that past life will make you cringe, possibly. So I warn you, Facetious Dee, is PinkStarburstAnxiety in her youth.
She is a Star Wars loving, NPR listening, outspoken anomaly with a heart of gold. But her heart is also cold and fairly jaded.
Like PSA, Facetious Dee is the real deal; unwavering in her demeanor or honesty.
Follow if you must: I don’t want to hide anything from you.