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.

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 am not a violent patient (The morning journals)

I am not yet ready to fully explain what happened with the psychiatrist last week. I am still confused about who I truly am and my purpose. I am deeply depressed and have only survived this weekend thanks to my partner and that burden should not fall onto his shoulders. But mostly I am hurt.…

Dissociation & Grey areas (The morning journals)

I'm having my hair coloured today but out of the blue I have decided to have a dramatic cut. This may not seem like a drama based idea to many but for someone with strong emotional flares and personality alterations, it could be disastrous in a few days. You see, I'm prone to changes of…

The problem with train tracks

As many regular readers know, I have recently relocated. I am slowly finding my way about the neighbourhood on days I am able to take shirt walks and today I focused on taking a bit of exercise by finding the shortcut to town. I found it. It cuts my previous journey in more than half…

Who’s really ‘sick in the head?’

This blog was never about me wanting attention or crying out for help. It's suppose to be a place where I speak openly in order to educate people on what daily life is like for the sufferer of illnesses like mine and a place to raise awareness, in an age where doctors, let alone the…