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Kenny’s Review

I've use my new Twitter account to document the everyday ramblings of a high-functioning mental patient. I think that’s how Kenny tracked me down.

After being sent the link to his book, I downloaded a Kindle version, and it was stored nicely, waiting to be read along with about another 300 free books that I had spent endless hours searching for. It was only after he contacted me again, and asked me to review the book once I had read it, that I decided to give it a read. Mainly because he had seemed so nice when I had spoken to him via Twitter.

And cut to a gob-smacked Amy, who had a brand-new addiction; Kenny’s book.

The trials is Kenny’s life, spoken of in such an honest and open manner, were difficult to not evoke emotion. Yet throughout the book you’re never far from a sign as to how patient, strong, kind and inspiring a person Kenny is. I sense this book would have been a struggle to write, with its explorations of domestic violence, racism, bullying and mental-health issues. But Kenny seems resolved to bearing his soul in an effort to educate, support and help other people. It’s truly moving how someone who has experienced so much darkness can be so kind and compassionate.

Throughout my time of reading the book, Kenny and I would occasionally talk via Twitter, and I have been able to share my view that he is an amazing and inspirational character. Particularly for people like me. So many people use mental illness, abuse, or prejudice, as an excuse to be a less than good person. I am thankful every day for an illness which allows me to be empathetic, compassionate and caring. I would not be the same person I am today, without clinical depression.

I am also thankful every day that there are people like Kenny in the world, whose kindness and strength can mean everything to a person like me.

Please read this book, and carry its message to many more people, as it’s a message that might actually make this shitty life, and this shitty world, a better place.

Thanks you Priceless Kenny.

Please read Kenny's book "Always Smiling Through The Tears", which can be purchased from Amazon.

How Many?

“Prescription” – Mindless Self Indulgence

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four, eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, ONE HUNDRED, just to be sure.

The Privacy Of SH

Dirty Little Secret “ – All American Rejects

Self harm, for me, is a very private issue. Yes, I’d like to increase awareness of it, and hopefully reduce the stigma which is attached to it. I also have a strong desire to hunt down graphic images of self harm injuries, despite these images often having a triggering effect to my own self harm. But still, I won’t show people my own scars or cuts.

The reasons I self harm are sometimes completely unknown, even to myself, and having to delve into the depths of my psyche to divulge this information to others, seems a rather emotionally draining task. A task which I would rather not undertake. Not when I feel my strength drain on a daily basis. So I become more and more private about my cutting.

Sometimes, I’m keeping it from the people I care about to protect them. Certain family members, and close friends would not deal with my issues of self harm in a way that I believe would be conducive to me ceasing these activities. And sometimes it would just hurt them. I care too much to hurt the people I love. It’s not about hating the world around me, but about hating myself.

So why do I reveal my secrets through Twitter (@WorthlessAmy86) and on my Blog? Because I need a source to vent. I need to tell the world of my agony. And I need to be understood.

Only then will it be told that I never really deserved to live and survive. All monsters should die.

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