Patty Will Be Back

Patty will be back!! That’s a promise. Currently, Patty has been ridiculously busy with life and contemplating how many donuts he should have for breakfast today. He’ll confirm that later. 

Until then, live, love and drink on! 


Unexpected Journeys

Admitting that 13 years ago, when I moved away from home, that the life I envisioned was quite different than current situations is no difficulty for me. This past weekend, as I wandered the streets of London, I was reminded of the unexpected: there is nothing I can control beyond my own actions as a human being. Which has taken a long time to understand and reach this point.

As I reflect upon my years in Chicago, I cannot stress enough how amazing it has been and how wonderful the people I’ve met have influenced my life and helped shape me into the person I’ve become. For that, I am forever grateful.

One thing I’ve been telling people is that we all have a story to tell, it isn’t about where you’re going or where you’ve been that makes it worth telling, it’s how you got there that makes it extraordinary.

And now it’s onward with my next journey…

So here it goes…

Here I am, stereotypically writing in a Starbucks. My thoughts circling through my brain as the Adderall XR kicks in. It helps, let me tell you, in addition to Zoloft. I’d always thought that anti-depressants would never play a role in my life. However, after all of these years, from age four to now (yes, I can remember that far back), I can honestly remember thinking and feeling that the racing thoughts, the constant need to keep going and wanting to finishing people sentences and persistent anxiety was just a fluke. Little did I know that at 31 years old it was ADHD this entire time.

I must say that seeking help was not the easiest task. It wasn’t until I noticed how my temper and moods would fluctuate and I started doing word finds to see how quickly I could complete them that I figured something was wrong. Also, it didn’t help that on a mini-vacation with friends, I yelled at one of my best friends for clipping his toe nails and leaving the clippings all over the floor in the middle of our hotel room. Of course I felt horrible for yelling, but to be fair, he could have clipped them over the tub. But that’s neither here nor there.

While the focus of this blog is to bring awareness to mental health, life, heartbreak and every other ridiculously random thing I do in my life. The use of this platform is to provide and stimulate creative thought, in addition to serve as a therapeutic release and understanding of the absolute, very true story of Patrick Sanchez.

I don’t mean to offend, some of the posts may be shocking, too much information, inappropriate to discuss/view at work (I can assure you there will be no disturbing or explicit photos; it’ll be strictly language) and in some cases frustrating. It’s life, and this particular story is mine, so here it goes…

Patty ❤