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AMAZINGLY INTERESTING

BY ANTHONY PICCOLINO

Many of us here at M2H love music, but no one loves it as much as me. Perhaps that is a big claim, but I believe it to be true. I love music so much that I want to devote my life to it and become a music critic some day.

I am the child of restaurant owners and I eat maybe six foods in the world. I am telling you this explain how raging is my OCD. So I put the damn thing to use and OCD on music. I’d bet anything that Carl Orff himself listened to Carmina Burana less often than me.

Anyway, my blog will be about how amazingly interesting I am.

10/25/2024 1 Comment

An M2H Life

When my thoughts are dark I think about M2H and I feel better. When the world seems terrible and cruel, I think about M2H. When the fact of my disability seems too much to bear, I think of M2H. When nothing was ok in my life, M2H was there to teach me to talk and give me the gifts of fun and friendship and knowledge.

With so much bad in the world, there is so much good too. And people can be assholes, but they can also be wonderful and kind and warm and loving. It seems to me that it’s too easy to forget that there is incredible good amongst the shit. And I think it’s important to take a step back sometimes and remember that. I take that step back every day at some point, and thank God for M2H. This place took me out of hell and gave me a life I actually enjoy.

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10/11/2024 0 Comments

So Damn Hard

Last week I went crazy. Seriously crazy. I was upset by everything, including coming to M2H….which is insane because this is the most wonderful place on earth. I was punching people and totally whacked out. I knew I was insane, but I couldn't stop. And let me tell you, that is an awful thing to feel.

I wish things were not so hard all the time. Talking is hard, and regulating is hard, and finding the right medicines for us is hard. Getting my stupid body to do what I want is hard. Eating new foods is hard - totally impossible, actually.

Why is everything so damn hard?

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10/7/2024 0 Comments

A Very Bad Day

I am certainly a horrible person today. I just punched my Mom in the face over a stupid phone that my stupid OCD is telling me I must have, for no logical reason. I’ve been struggling more and more lately with OCD and anxiety. I have no idea why. And I have been getting angrier and angrier over the OCD things, like the cell phone and tablet. And the thing is, my cognitive brain doesn’t even want them. So why is it suddenly a matter of life and death that I get them?

I cannot control the desperate need no matter how hard I try. I think to myself, “You don’t need the stupid phone. You want to be sitting with the guys talking to Grandpa Wally. And I do want to. But there is a stranger in my head saying, “Get the cell phone now, or you will DIE. Kill anyone who keeps it away from you. Get it or die! Die! Die! Die! Die!” And then all I can think about is the stupid cell phone. That is my nightmare…that I can’t get it…and I feel like I’m suffocating until I have it. As the panic rises, my ability to really think vanishes.

I definitely need real help. Taking medicines doesn’t really help. And now on top of the OCD nightmare, I feel like shooting myself because I hurt my Mom. I just have to hope that something out there can help me.