One More for the Road…

10 Sep2009

I’m still avoiding packing, and it’s almost 10.30pm. Below is the latest time-waster.

This is an analysis of some of the language I’ve used on the blog. It’s only of recent posts (ie. those available on the first ((main)) page, as far as I can tell), and it filters out common words and letters (meaning no allusions to A or C, despite them being two of the most commonly referenced aspects of my life here), but I thought it was interesting nevertheless.

I really am going to pack now.

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About the Author

WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS SOME DISTURBING, POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING, MATERIAL AND VERY STRONG LANGUAGE.

Pandora

Your humble narrator is a female in her late 20s from Northern Ireland, attempting to find her way through the labyrinth that is NHS mental health services. Her diagnoses are a convoluted mishmash of:

borderline personality disorder
complex post-traumatic stress disorder
bipolar II disorder
major clinical depression
social anxiety and
transient psychosis and dissociation.

Through intense psychotherapy, she is attempting to recover from child sex abuse, as well as issues of abandonment, betrayal and self-harm.

Much more information can be found on the 'About' page. See below for the archives if you want the full context and detailed story since May 2009.

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Just had the fun of sitting through what was inevitably going to be a difficult session whilst in the throes of an IBS attack. FML.