What started out as a week and a bit doing 16 hour days sorting a big festival animation turned into a bit of a meltdown. I knew it was coming, but let it happen. Falling into the moment and obsessively creating and working until I just fell apart.
Stress, lack of sleep, shit going on inside my head and out. It all piled into a bit of a mental gibber.
Ironic really as I've also been doing some public speaking on behalf of Like Minds. A community run group who talk to corporates, educational institutes, government departments and business about how they deal with people with mental illness and how they can treat people more compassionately. About what mental illness is and how it is just one small part of a person, not the whole.
Fucking hilarious. Not.
I've never really had to deal with much in the way of prejudice or ill-feeling, but some of the horror stories told by the people I speak alongside have been harrowing. Vulnerable, fragile people do not need to be treated like shit and it's made me sick to see it going on in my own community.

Maybe I've gone out in sympathy. It's great to be crazy.