Hello, meet my nemesis.

He is called Brian, he is the other me.

Wave to the nice people Brian…

…

Well, okay… he isn’t playing right now, but that’s okay because usually when he is it means I am not doing so well. It means that my mental health has taken a nose dive and I am going down with the plane at max speed. So it’s probably best he doesn’t wave.

Besides, he probably won’t like you. I mean don’t be thinking that I feel the same way. he just tends not to like anyone or anything that offers support or makes me happy. I am sure that some time in the future you will meet him and you will see exactly what I mean. The point of this blog really is to prepare you for when that day comes.

So when he is quiet all is good, in the past he has inflicted some terrible things on me. One time I was off work for nine months in total, trapped in the dark hole that is his prison. Playing mind games with me, infecting my mind with poison more toxic than cyanide. Telling me things, ordering me to stop doing normal daily functions. Eating, showering, caring, feeling, and to make it worse so that I had to endure every last second. The insomnia… Oh the insomnia!

But for the moment he is not near. Maybe the medication combination is working well. Who knows.

Anyway, I thought you may want to know what may be in store.

Maybe

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