I have a very big mind. I don't know if you can quantify the size of a mind seeing as it is abstract. What I mean when I say I have a big mind is that it wanders. I have high ambitions for myself, and sometimes believe in them. I think I'm going to become … Continue reading I Have a Big Mind, So I Can Keep Dreaming
In the pub one December evening in 2014 a friend and I decided it would be a really good idea to sign up for Tough Mudder. We decided it would be fun, it would be a real laugh and a challenge that was totally do-able. We 100% had it in the bag already, after a … Continue reading That Tough Mudder for MIND
Sometimes we need a kick up the arse. Sometimes we just need someone, or something to come up behind us and give us a push in the right direction towards our goals and dreams because get this, just because you have a mental health illness DOES NOT mean you can't have hopes, dreams and … Continue reading Conquering Our Own Mountains
I wrote this in hospital whilst I was on a 5(2). I didn't know if I was going to be sectioned again, but the sentiment remains the same. I am home now. Under HTT, but this is my poem about being in hospital and kept there against your will.
The other day I took my body measurements. Once upon a time this was an almost daily ritual over which the loss of a quarter-inch would be rejoiced for a moment before becoming again, ‘not small enough’. To catch me tape measure in hand would have been an invasion into the depth’s of anorexia’s secrecy … Continue reading The Story of My MIND Fundraiser – and the importance of MIND in the UK.
For years I had been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. I dissociated, and at one time in my life, I engaged with many of the unhelpful coping mechanisms that accompany the disorder: binge eating, anorexia, bulimia, drinking, cutting, and overdoses. I was constantly trying to understand, and ease the immense pain that I felt from … Continue reading Switching Psychiatric Labels: And All The Resulting Qualms.
It's like being locked between four walls. Each with subdivisions, and a double locked for between you and the world. The windows open by a crack, through which you reach your arm, cigarette in hand, and squeeze your face out as much as possible to get each cheeky puff. They say you're not crazy, but … Continue reading My Itch to Exercise