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.

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…

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…

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…

Disability is a loss and we are allowed to be sad

I often find myself lacking motivation. I never used to be this way. I was always motivated to go to the gym, go on a run, take a bus out of town to the woods, walk to see my friends, go to the pub and get up for college and work. You see what I…

Fat, fake and feeling unsettled (The morning journals)

I'm groggy today. My head feels as though brick dust is swooshing side to side against my skull and dripping into my blood stream bit by bit, building up, until I am a house of exhaustion. I'm a bit down on my body at the moment. Yesterday my Nan said I looked pregnant (bare in…