I had my hair cut really short 3 times. Each time it marked some life event. The first time was after I broke up with a boyfriend of two years. I felt free, I learned how to drive and I started partying a lot. The second time was after I was recovering from a breakdown in New York. That was the worst time in my life, but it was also wonderful in many paradoxical ways. I had met the love of my life, my true soulmate, and was making very tough decisions. Finally, the third time was after my dad died. I just didn’t feel like the same person I was before without him in this world.
I have taken 10 different medications for depression and/or anxiety throughout life. I still take one every day and another one occasionally. According to my psychiatrist, I should be on these for the rest of my life.
I have seen 11 different therapists and psychiatrists.
I have lived in 9 different houses/flats.
I had 11 different jobs.
I have lived in 3 different countries. I have visited 21 countries.
I got married (and still am) once, I have 1 son, 1 dog and 2 cats.
I have one pretty amazing and at times scary life.