Mild mental illnesses that are indefinite in form, yet still maintaining some semblance of reality.
Excerpt: Basic - the word itself means fundamental, simple, elementary. Life is so complex at the moment that it proves difficult to revert to the simple. I am at such a crossroads where I can't see forward because it looks too simple and therefore is more complex than a Rubik's cube.
Excerpt: How do I define myself without the facade of family, husband, partner, someone else? Am I capable of remaining true to myself? Can I sustain that level of independence?
Excerpt: No leaning on anyone - my choices, my consequences. It has been hard breaking that and the few times I have, let's just say the results haven't been spectacular. So I don't lean. I trust - more fool me - but I don't lean. It is easier not to ask and not to expect. Easier to do for self.
Excerpt: Therefore I keep trying to reinvent myself. I keep trying to be more and I move from place to place, from thing to thing and I am never quite satisfied. “If only” are two of the loneliest words on the planet and carry so much regret and unhappiness. I try so hard not to have any regrets – still it seems as though my path is littered with small “if only’s” … little breadcrumbs leading to the witches’ house and the oven.
Neuroses Undefined 