Highlights of a high functioning depressive

 I am dramatic. It’s no secret. I love performing to an audience. I love making others laugh. I love entertaining.  I’m emotional. It’s true. I cry easily. I laugh easily. I feel so much. I want to reach out and hug and fix the broken world we live in. Yes, I live by my emotions. Do I exaggerate for comedic effect? Yes! It’s just not as funny to say that cactus got stuck to the back of my trousers. Far funnier if I sat on it! The humour of being chased by two sheep becomes hilarity if it’s ten!  Do I lie? Cause trouble? Have histrionics about things that are unimportant or minor?  No.  Because I’m not a terrible person. I don’t lie about important things like abuse. It’s far too real and it would be awful of me to do so.  I don’t exaggerate a story of someone hurting me. Because it would be wrong and wouldn’t help me in any way to recover.  I don’t cause a fuss over nothing. I know the story of the boy who cried wolf.... the girl who cried sexual assau...

  Do you consider yourself an “ideas” person? Does your brain jump from thought to thought, brimming with ideas, chalking up things to come back to at a later date? Are you always juggling multiple projects? Do you spend your life worrying about seemingly endless lists of things?  Do you over think absolutely everything?  I’m not sure how old I was when I realised that other people didn’t think like I do. Some people don’t second guess every decision, every word spoken. Some humans get through the day without analysing every, single detail.  Not me. From the moment I open my eyes I am considering whether I have slept enough, whether I should eat or not (I need energy but sometimes eating makes me feel ill!), whether to shower or wash or have a bath, whether to wear jeans or leggings. This is just the small stuff.  I then think about whether I should have given the cat more fuss, if I should have called my parents BEFORE getting in the car (because you never know...