Paranoid
One of Black Sabbath’s best songs. However, I’m not writing about my love for Birmingham’s finest, rather how a testing few days has left me paranoid about everything and everyone. I’m not getting in to what happened, it’s dealt with and I’m trying to move on. The repercussions on my mental health have been immense though, none more so than the paranoia. It’s never been an issue with me before, despite it being listed as a major “symptom” of BPD. I was more of the impulsive, harmful, sometimes suicidal sufferer. I think I preferred that to a degree. I knew where I stood with those and how to deal with it. I’m now faced with a daily barrage of thoughts, making me question my choices and what I can or cannot say. I recently closed my previous twitter account due to a number of issues arising from tweets that were, unfairly, being attributed to a poor mental health campaigner. However, each time I now see a tweet about mental illness or hypocrisy, I think is that about me? If they don’t r...