My name is Andrea! What’s yours?
Oh yeah that’s right, you’re on the other side of a screen, reading this and trying to figure out if it’s worth your time. I assure you, it might be. After all, doesn’t everything and everyone deserve at least one chance?
My problem is that I have given too many chances to a few bad things (and people). Perhaps it takes longer for me to learn, or perhaps I’m a masochist. We may never know. Or, we might learn together as I slowly unveil more about myself through this blog.
Life has thrown me some pretty strong curveballs. Some have hit me and left bruises (literally), some have nicked me and left scars (mentally and physically), and some I have caught and thrown back. The ones that are still laying around (because, let’s face it, I’m bad at catching) are maddeningly daunting. These are the ones I’m trying to throw back by writing about.
I was diagnosed with PTSD in 2005. My current psychologist agrees with my possible self-diagnoses (nothing is official yet, folks), including, but not limited to: generalized anxiety disorder, social anxiety, depression, and assholephobia. Okay, that last one might not be in the DSM yet, but I assure you that it’s real. As real as my unicorn.
Well, now that that’s out the way, let’s play with some balls. Curveballs, that is. Get your mind out of the gutter; we both don’t fit and I was here first.