A blog challenge

So I thought I'd have a go at a blog challenge in order to be more regular in my posting. I actually had my last therapy session Saturday. Well, the planned last but if I need to go back I can. I did a hypnotherapy session and I feel already that it's helped. My flashbacks…

This world does not accommodate me

People don't understand the full crippling effects of mental illness until it's them and most people claim to have depression and anxiety, because they felt down once, but fail to note that not everyone is cured after a visit to the GP and some Fuloxotine.

I am a tiny city of immigrants (a morning journal)

Parts of me feel unreal or like they are simmering out of my existence. It's like I am losing little fragments of who I am. I grasp at them through the hazy cloud but I grab nothing but empty space, leaving me to question whether I was ever there at all or if I am…

The return of the morning journals

So I'm back to writing the morning journals again. Good! I deserve to express myself and write down my feelings without fear of what the world thinks because one shitty doctor took advantage of my trust. It has helped me to heal myself and understand my confusing thoughts. Many revelations come from this process. I…

Routine and realisations (The morning journals)

I had a good thing going for myself when I moved into my new home. Despite all the stress I had managed to get into a small routine and install some hope into my heart for my future and then Dr Kershaw happened. We take for granted the little things like writing on our blog…

Is it me or is it she, anxiety bi**h

It almost feels pointless writing in here now. Nobody sees it. I write to inspire, educate and comfort others, more than for myself. I have set my site to private due to fear that Dr Kershaw is spying on me and critiquing my every word, move and thought. He has truly unhinged my safe screw…

I’ve been away from myself (a morning journal)

I've not been writing in my journal or updating this blog since the altercation with the psych. It left me questioning myself and it left me in a pit of despair, scrambling to get out, bloody fingered and muscle worn. But I'm slowly beginning to see, sometimes 'professionals' judge us wrong. They insist they are…