I'm not mad...

...I've just been in a very bad mood for the last 31 years.

Perhaps some of you lovely folks out there will have read several articles featuring my fine self in the Irish press over the last week. Perhaps you heard me make a complete eejit of myself on the radio earlier today spouting on about anti-depressants with Lynda Bryans.
I've been (relatively) happy to talk about my experiences because I think it might help someone, but that doesn't mean I don't feel as if I have a giant sign stuck above my head at the moment screaming "mentalist".
For the record, I'm okay. I have some bad days - but now they are generally because bad things happen (as they do to everyone) and not because I'm just crazy.
So go easy. I'm fine honest, but I am feeling a little vulnerable and exposed right now. (Think Grace in her pants in Rainy Days and Tuesdays)