Good luck reading this.

“Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.” – Margaret Chittenden

Today is the day. The first post of who knows how many, on the My Many Meltdowns Blog. I don’t even know what I am doing, but I kind of have an idea of what I am doing here. If you are like me, you probably have found that the internet is a goddamn nightmare. The “news”, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, the myriad of bibles for hypochondriacs: WebMD, Healthline, Mayo Clinic, all perpetuate crazy. I’m just here to tell you, I get it and it sucks balls.

What I am doing here is sharing my experiences. My crazy. My many meltdowns. I’m doing this because sometimes it’s easier for someone to read what is real for those suffering in their daily hell. It makes you feel like you’re not alone (and you aren’t). And my cognitive behavioral therapist thought it would be a good idea. Besides, I like to fancy myself as a writer – so why not do it here.

I need to add a disclaimer: I am NOT a therapist, doctor (of any kind), priest, chakra healer, hypnotist, or even a hippie spiritual soul flower. I am a regular person sharing my shit.

Do not ever feel alone. If you are in crisis, please call the National Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or text for help: https://www.crisistextline.org/