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’ve made a huge mistake and I want to die

I can't do this anymore. I can't do what I was doing forever. So you see, I have nowhere to run and this point. I'm all out of road to run and hills to hop. I'm stuck, once again, at a crossroads but I'm pretty sure all roads lead to a big drop with nothing but concrete at the bottom.


Blogs evolve with their people

Wow! This blog has laid long forgotten in the back of my mind. It is not because I am well. It is simply a product of my lack of consistency and ever changing lifestyle. So much has altered for me at such a swift pace these last few months, I think I have tangled myself…

How to get what you want (a morning journal)

One thing that has enabled me to alter my life and stay positive in times of hardship is Law of Attraction! Discovering 'the secret' and bought me much positivity and my miracle manifestations have revealed themselves yet again just yesterday. I took a chance, because if you don't ask; you don't know, and my chance…

I want to die right now I swear tfg (a morning journal)

My upstairs neighbour keeps me awake at night and disturbs my day almost daily. Last night she woke me at 2am. Literally just with her fat loud mouth. I'm exhausted from it all. Couple this with a snoring boyfriend who refuses to see a GP about his ongoing nasal issues, I get minimal sleep some…

Who owns you?

We all question ourselves. We all have doubts as much as we have hopes and dreams. Sometimes the question is as simple as 'what shall I wear?' Or it can be a little more complex, with questions like "am I ready to apply for that job?" Trauma and products of (ex anxiety) can make answering…

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…