Today marks the tenth anniversary of the first time I tried to slash my wrists in the bath. An odd thing to remember, you may think. But, I have survived. It has been close, very close, at times, and I am a bit pissed off that I am still in the bin, but here I still am, swilling fine wine and chortling my way around the restaurants of the world. Things need to improve, but being here is a good start.
I am a terribly charming loony who has finally found that severe PTSD, Generalised Anxiety Disorder and chronic psychosis is, on one of my all too rare good days, only a moderate impediment to having crazy fun with wine and food. Catch me outside and I am liable to be loudly attired. View all posts by Davy