I'm Cecil, a south of England-based teaching assistant who isn't very good at his job. I have anxiety and depression and I'm only just admitting it, but if I write it here then it doesn't seem so bad. I overuse words like 'crippling' and 'inordinate' and I'm honestly not as posh as I come across. This blog is to chronicle the post-diagnosis shenanigans of mental illness, and I would say I hope you can relate, but I don't really hope you suffer from the same things.
I don't make light of them because I'm taking the piss. I make light of them because if you know them too, then you don't need me to make it any worse.
And yes, Cecil is my real name. I do wish it wasn't, but we all have our crosses to bear.
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| The other one. He's dead now. |
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