Prologue

So I'm your average nutcase.

While the term "average" is debatable, I will not bother to argue as my sleeping patterns have been rather sporadic of late and I am lacking in energy to do so. You have to have the motivation for these things.

I write to any eager eyes. But any fragile minds, be warned. I do not plan to hold back in these posts. For more than a tragic young woman with a history of mental health issues both past and present, I am an actress. A child of God, a survivor of psychosis, a Prima Donna, a painter, a poet, a playwright, a politician, amongst many other things, though not necessarily things that begin with 'p' - these are the many things that supposedly define me.

And as a young lady who possesses a raging, white-hot desire to spit back at the world that has so savagely injustified her, I choose (albeit influenced by the advice of a doctor) to attack back with what limited vocabulary I own - through the pretentious and self-absorbed act of melodramatic internet blogging.

You see, this is where I get the "nutcase" label.


By the way, Hi Joanna :P