Moving On From A Haunted Past of Home and The Inner Caverns of Self Hatred

As a child I moved a lot. Sometimes once a year, sometimes within 6 months of settling we were moving again. We didn't stay in the same area either. We lived all over the south half of the country. When it came to going to high school my parents decided it was time to try … Continue reading Moving On From A Haunted Past of Home and The Inner Caverns of Self Hatred

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Meeting The Forgotten Me 

I have noticed something new about myself lately. It is something I remember noticing as a teenager during a good patch and had since forgotten about. When at 17 I sat in my sunken sponge chair opposite my therapist I shared my revelation, "I have started thinking?" She was the only constant figure during my … Continue reading Meeting The Forgotten Me 

Rules To Live By In Numbers 

I am on holiday. Some people they may ask, 'from what?'; I don’t work but I do study, part-time. I have been off from university for 2 months now, surely that counts as a holiday? I'm going to say no, not really. Firstly, I spent  ~a month of that time being unwell with the dysphoric … Continue reading Rules To Live By In Numbers 

A Crisis, A Sandwich and The Small Wins

I just ate a sandwich and I am drinking a cup of tea. I am in a public place and although I'm not talking to anyone around me, I just ate a sandwich. I don't have an eating disorder anymore. I don't have a digestive disorder. There is nothing physically stopping me from eating, but … Continue reading A Crisis, A Sandwich and The Small Wins

The Eye of the Storm: The Grateful Aftermath

A depressive episode has a way of making anyone go from actively living their life to merely existing in a matter of days or weeks. The ability to do what you love? Zapped! The ability to get up in the morning? Zapped! An interest in doing anything other than staying in bed living life through … Continue reading The Eye of the Storm: The Grateful Aftermath

Coming Out of Hospital After 4 Weeks In

From the end of April to late May I spent 4 weeks in a psychiatric hospital, hence my absence. It was a difficult admission and still now I am struggling to quite get my head around what happened, what's happening, and what I went through. I am also struggling to get back to every day … Continue reading Coming Out of Hospital After 4 Weeks In