The other day I scrolled through Twitter and stumbled upon a poll that went something like this: 'I feel anxious, do I…?' a) take a diazepam and risk napping and messing up my sleep tonight b) drink a coffee c) other. In my response I opt for other. I suggest mindfulness. They don't 'do' mindfulness. … Continue reading The All-or-Nothing Conundrum
As with every episode, as it comes to an end and I regain the ability to think I start making plans to try to stay well. I reflect on what has been helpful for me in the past or in general. I look at the advice given by others with similar difficulties. I try to … Continue reading Moving On From Hypomania
: The Phases and Faces of Hypomania The tiredness hits. You're grateful and glad to finally feel tired. It means you might actually sleep a decent amount. There is no predicting whether you will sleep properly or manage just a few hours again. If you sleep a whole night, you may wake up with your … Continue reading The Crash Bang
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
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.
I entered the year in the early stages of what progressed into a debilitating depressive episode. I had to take a month out of college so I could stay alive at home and have the burden of no further responsibilities whilst i lay paralysed face planting the sofa. The furthest I managed to go was … Continue reading Songs of My Journey: 2015, A Staring Paralysis