All Hail King Black Sheep

So, side note (well, more like novel) for anyone who’s curious:

New Mexico was a seriously toxic environment for me. I was born and raised there my whole life as they say, and given that I did not have such a pleasant upbringing, every fucking corner held some kind of baggage for me. Until I moved, I was not aware to how dramatic an extent that went. I didn’t realize that I was experiencing flashbacks and major anxiety attacks on the daily, literally, because I had become so accustomed to the sensation of loss of breath, lack of focus, screaming in my head, and all the other fun physical sensations that come along with anxiety because they had actually become normalized for me. I did not know how desperately I needed to get out of there for my own mental health. My sense of identity was so fucked up and skewed that I no longer had a grip on myself mentally, and my self control went haywire. For the first time I’m not basing my choices on my perceived expectations of others - God that feels nice to say. I’m dissociating less and less, and I can feel myself getting better. 

LONG STORY SHORT: I’m starting a new blog along with a new self because hey I can be as cliche as I want to be. For all of you who still maintain interest in following me, my new URL is drfranknflirty.tumblr.com (don’t judge, it’s the first thing that came to my head when I was worn out on trying to be clever) 

How’s everyone doing?