Living with a fucked up brain and other stories

CW: Mental health, references to abuse, alcohol

Blanket content warning, I might say some problematic stuff, talk about some hard topics and be flippant about it. I don't mean to offend, more talking it out with my head with an audience.

Hello world, I'm going to use this space to talk about how my brain works, what the fuck is wrong with it and journaling my coping mechanisms for it. This will probably be of no use to anyone but here I am.

A bit of an introduction I guess, I'm K. I'm a mid 20's nb human and I have what I would call an abusive relationship with my brain. Brain is a rude, condescending, hyperactive fucker that seems to enjoy putting me down, twisting my words and telling me to do stupid shit when it's likely to hurt me, others or both.

I try my best to not let it have it's way but as I and anyone else with mental health issues knows, it's not as simple as saying no. Brain does not take no for an answer, much like fuckboys in the club, I'm having a drink with my friends, minding my own business and it's harassing me to go home with it and make some dumb decisions. Or when it gets fed up with that, grabbing my hair and dragging me off by it.

So, I make dumb choices a lot, to prevent the latter.

How I'm dealing with that? Fuck knows at the moment but that's why I'm here, it's time to figure this shit out.