So, whats it like?
“So, whats it like, you know, being how you are?”. This is a genuine question someone asked me a few weeks ago, and I’m assuming it wasn’t in reference to my jet set lifestyle and boyish good looks. I didn’t take offence though, in fact why not ask what it’s like living with a mental illness? How do you go about answering that question though? I guess you start at the beginning. What is actually wrong with the noggin. Well, in 13 years I’ve been diagnosed with anxiety, low mood, clinical depression and hyper mania (bi polar), but we seem to have settled for borderline personality disorder. Not as scary as it sounds, BPD basically means that when my life is settled, my brain decides to create disharmony. I will unwittingly pick fights and become a disruptive voice. It’s led to a number of instances of me falling out with people, including the infamous “Christmas jumper-gate” incident. I create my own bubble where I can never be truly happy. Sounds worse than it is. You have to make you...