Life is not being very kind at the moment, and I know technically I control most of my life, but right now my life is controlling me, my eating disorder, my depression and my anxiety, are all being a real pain at the moment. It’s hard to see that things are going to get better,… Continue reading It all feels like too much at the moment
So I was midway through reading my book on BPD, and it hit me that in approximately 8 years, I’ll be 28, hopefully with a job, possibly a partner, thinking of children and buying a house; it scared me. I am terrified of ageing, and it’s a regular thought I have to quiet because thinking… Continue reading the dreaded ‘s’ word, suicide.
So, a lot has happened in the past 12 weeks or so, I’ve gone from getting Edie, to adopting two guinea pigs, finishing college, going on a brief break to the south coast, I’ve decided to start university this year and not defer, I’ve reconsidered which university I want to study at and am going… Continue reading I’m going to University!
I don’t quite know where to start. Mental health is such a roundabout topic in my life, better worse better worse, better. I’ve been trialling lamotrigine, or Lamictal, for a few months now and I have to say it’s okay, no side effects, however, I haven’t noticed massive mood stabilisation. I have just been upped to… Continue reading A brief mental health update and what I’m actually doing with my life
So I want to talk about the role and appearance of professionals, in both inpatient and outpatient settings. I’m not one for telling people how they should, or shouldn’t dress, I’m all for individuality and making yourself feel comfortable in your appearance, and so it occurred to me at a job interview yesterday, that having… Continue reading The mental health professional
So recently this has been playing on my mind quite a bit. I’ve had the odd passing comment from people who seem to think they know my illness better than me, or that they know what’s best for me. Sometimes, yes, I agree, but usually only when I’m lacking in capacity. As someone who deals… Continue reading No one knows my illness better than me. Fact.
the sadness creeped up on me like a vine twisting around me taking hold and once it had my arms I was trapped No amount of struggle would free me But then came the people Those who cared And cut back the vines One by one Until I could move my arms once more And… Continue reading Vines