The thoughts of an ill person.

Welcome to the journal, blog, diary, annals and memoirs of Tromador.  My occasional thoughts, or rants, or musings on the various things that pop up, in my life or in my mind as I move through the endless business of being really quite sick indeed.

Some of it’s funny, some of it’s tragic, some of it’s probably dull as dishwater. Mostly it’s completely irregular and rarely contributed to, but I’m going to try and do better – see I started this with the idea that writing some thoughts and so on would help with my mental stability and also keep my brain working a little better.

Which brings me to a warning? This is where I posts stuff, to inform, for interest, because I just feel like it, or sometimes to blow off steam.

You see, I might write about you and you might not like it. Normally I would try to be diplomatic and nice, but on this page, the truth will out, my mind laid bare. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. This is my space.  There probably won’t be very much of such, but if you angrily confront me with something I wrote here, I’ll take that as an invasion of privacy. You might think this is a touch hypocritical, maybe it is, however I’m doing it to help treat my ever flaky mental health so I’ll trust you to understand.

Otherwise, you are welcome to read, comment and otherwise be involved. My moderation policy for comments is pretty simple. It’s my space, I’ll delete it if I don’t like it. Of course, first someone has to comment… we’ll see, I guess.