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You know, back when this blog first started, it was a quaint little place, wasn’t it? Moaning about TV shows, books, the occasional Deadpool movie. And since I’ve started it (nine years ago this year, somehow), I’ve changed so much of the direction of the content here – and a lot of it now revolves around mental health and mental illness.
Read the rest of this entry »Hi, I’m Lou, and I had a great childhood!
So, a few months ago, I wrote An Insomniac’s Guide to Insomnia. And, with everything going in the world right now, I figured that it’s only time that I come down from on high to deliver to you my Hypochondriac’s Guide to Hypochondria.
For a really long time, I committed my life to what I saw as the pursuit of perfection.
A few days ago, Trisha Paytas released a video. The internet’s most dedicated full-time troll, it’s not exactly as though she’s a stranger to controversy, but this video hit that internet sweet-spot and soon blew up in a big cloud of outrage. In it, Paytas claimed to have Disassociative Identity Disorder (DID), which, she mentioned, she had diagnosed herself.
Hi! I’m Louise, and I’m an asshole.
First and foremost, and since you asked: Yes! The title of this post is a reference to the amazing movie by Boots Riley that was out last year! Go watch it! Already! Please!
You ever see those adverts for Pepsi? The ones that list off a bunch of adjectives in a row about how great Pepsi is? Lip-smacking, thirst-quenching, ace-tasting, and so on and so forth. I get them stuck in my head a lot, because my useless hellbrain likes to torment me with nonsense that serves no purpose in my day-to-day life.
So, it’s been around half a year since I started writing about living with OCD and all the nonsense occasionally hilarious bullshit that comes with it. And thus, I thought now might be a good time to talk about some of the good that’s come from being diagnosed – namely, everything that’s actually worked to make my life a little more liveable now that I know what the heck I’m dealing with.
The Cutprice Guignol 