Post 01:
There's lots of reasons my dad puts borders around his artwork. So it's easier to scan, it's his trademark. I think the real reason my dad puts borders around his artwork is he's mocking me because he thinks he caused me to develop Borderline personality disorder by torturing me.
Post 02:
I was rehearsing my comedy jokes on my dad yesterday. It was like walking on eggshells performing to him. Almost like he was heckling me, trying to make me as uncomfortable as humanly possible, inflicting anxiety, instead of letting me perform relaxed.
Post 03:
It was raining and humid this morning, my air condition and defogger wasn't working in my car, because of the weather my windshield was fogging up. So I rolled down the windows, but rain was getting on me. As a car drove past, they soaked me with tons of water. Can you get HIV?
Post 04:
I leave a shirt in my car to wear after the gym. For some reason, my car was unlocked and the shirt was wet. I'm afraid a psychopath contaminated my shirt while I was working out. Now I'm wearing it.
A psychopath wouldn't kill me in an absurd way. They'd punch me in the face.
Post 05:
I want to socialize with friends and do something for Halloween this year. I still have Spider-Man from 2019... BUT I've wanted to be The Joker for a few years now. Maybe I'll go to Spirit Halloween and get a Joker costume. I have the face paint already.
Post 06:
I've been decreasing Lamotrigine (Lamictal) with my doctor's permission and instructions. I decreased from 125 mg, to 100 mg, to 75 mg... soon I'll be off it entirely. I feel a tremendous difference. I have tons of energy. But my anger, depression, and mood are more intense.
Post 07:
From a slight reduction of the mood stabilizer Lamotrigine (Lamictal), I feel like a superhero during my workouts. I can accomplish a hard workout with ease, which was much harder a few weeks ago. It's only the beginning of the reduction. Maybe I can make myself nice and fit.
Post 08:
The main reason I wanted to eliminate the mood stabilizer Lamotrigine (Lamictal) is for cognitive functioning reasons. The medication causes brain fog and a lack of energy. If I want to rock and roll during comedy, I need to think quickly and be alive, to shine like a rockstar.
Post 09:
Now that family members have left, I see the writing on the wall. My life is like a sinking ship. Frankly, when my mother dies I'm screwed. So it's time to crank up the intensity even more with my artwork and social media posts. This is not a game. It's time to become FEROCIOUS!
Post 10:
I'm getting my car repaired tomorrow morning, so I can't attend a dermatology appointment that I've been waiting weeks for.
I called my mom.
The point is, everything gets her high-emotion, stressed out like it's the biggest catastrophe to ever happen. It's not a big deal!
Post 11:
Only with me does my mother gets worked up with high-emotion, stressed-out catastrophes. With other family members, she's relaxed. She wants my car repaired and I'm stressed that I won't go to the dermatologist because I'm afraid of skin cancer. Our chat is so absurdly dramatic.
Post 12:
Problem resolved! I took my mother's dermatology appointment on Monday. I've been overexposed to sunlight for YEARS. Outdoors all day long, often not wearing sunscreen. Don't be a hypochondriac and catastrophize the worst. Most likely I don't have skin cancer... To be continued.
Post 13:
Everything doesn't have to be dramatic, fearing worst-case scenario catastrophe. If you encounter a problem, approach and solve the problem patiently and calmly. Don't panic and get INTENSE. Find Zen, inner peace, keep calm, be relaxed. It's going to be OK.
Post 14:
If 10 is the absolute worst-case scenario, not everything is a 10. You can have a situation that's a 6 or 7. Being late to a doctor's appointment and not being able to find your car keys, or a broken car is annoying... But don't react to it like it's a 10. It's not THAT BAD!
Post 15:
Don't get overwhelmed by the slightest amount of pressure or stress. Unfortunately, certain family members are high-emotion and I need them to "solve my problems for me." They view me like I'm the bain of their existence. They get stressed. It's hostile dependency. It's hell!
Post 16:
The problem is a lack of independence. I'm 34-years-old, with less than 2,000 dollars in my name. So I NEED my parents to support me at the moment. I'm angry about it. They're angry about it, view me like a worthless loser. It's the source of most of our fight. Hostile dependency.
Post 17:
I daydream my soulmate, secret admirer, fairy-Godmother is going to arrive soon. She'll wave her magic wand, make me rich and famous. I'm no longer dependent on my parents. My dream woman is here. I have a mansion. All my wishes come true. A weight gets lifted off my back. Heaven.