Most people enjoy talking about themselves. To a person,
their own name is the single sweetest word in the English language. I think
that’s why I can sit down and churn out page after page of my own ‘factual
story’, also known as a depressive look into my life, with a tackily humorous
twist.
While I like the 90s for what they saw – Angry Beavers,
Polly Pockets and reenacting A Bug’s Life
with a few decorative rocks and some guinea pig seed – I think deep down, I’m
fond of them because they were the most relaxing, carefree days of my life. And
while everyone says that, it’s a bit extreme in my case, as my mind doesn’t
allow me much down time between stressing about everything and concocting some fun new voices for me to hear.
Maybe again why I like grunge blogs. While they don’t
promote mental illness, they don’t shun it. If you were to tell the owner of a
Tumblr filled with orange tween girls with vans what you’ve hallucinated about,
they’d probably cry. But not the grunge kids. We take what we’ve experienced,
type it in a goopy font, and whack it on a pastel background for the world to
take in. No nonsense, take it or leave it. WE
R WHO WE R.
Preach it, sista
And while Ke$ha’s catchy hit may seem similar to Lady Gaga’s
Born This Way, people with mental
illnesses often aren’t born with it. It’s their environments and stressors and
the people they deal with. While there’s a slightly increased risk of
developing depression or anxiety if your parents had it, you’re not ‘born that
way’. After all, Ke$ha used to be fat.
Eat it, sista
I think it’s worthwhile taking the time to release your
inner journo and write a factual story about yourself if you haven’t. Not a
whingefest, just an anecdote. In my case, the added bonus of releasing my inner
turmoil (terribly dramatic) was that I completed an assignment over a week early. There’s a first for
everything!