It’s been about a month since I last updated. My apologies, between work, a trip to London, reading and watching Buffy. Oh yeah and starting the gym (go me!) I haven’t had time to update this blog. I think more importantly though I haven’t felt a drive to update it. I’m just throwing my voice… Continue reading Watch me Fall…
Don’t roll your eyes just yet. I admit that the title might sound a bit daft, especially considering the nature of this blog. I know you might be thinking that I’m expecting the world and his wife to sit around in a circle and talk about how depressed they are. I’m not. That’s not the point… Continue reading We Need To Talk About Mental Health!
Part of my OCD means it can be hard for me to throw things away. To get rid of things. Don’t worry, my house isn’t an episode of hoarders waiting to happen. I’m not quite there yet and I doubt I ever will be, my boyfriend tends to help me ensure I don’t hang onto… Continue reading The Great Purge!
Firstly I want to say my thoughts and well wishes are with all those who’ve been affected by the attack. Not only the injured and the dead but the families, friends, relatives and all the people deeply shook by this. The people who were at the M.E.N arena one night, two nights before. Who can’t… Continue reading What happens in my brain when things like this happen.
… And first of all how proud I am that I didn’t freak out. … well… not much anyway. That might have a lot to do with the fact that the doctor upped my dose, (did I write about that here? Well anyway I’m now on 40g Fluoxetine instead of 20g) In fact it probably has… Continue reading Let’s talk about London…
I’ve known since I was very young that the mind can make you believe things about your body that just aren’t true. For a while people called me a hypochondriac. It’s a word I always hated, the actual meaning when written down seems simple enough and somewhat true. When people call you that word though… Continue reading Sometimes My Brain Is Like A Maze of What Ifs And Every What If Leads To Another Maze.
I can count the number of times I’ve been out as in ‘out’ socially. The number of times I’ve wanted to go out in the last – what, three years?- on one hand. It’s not that I’m entirely averse to going out, it’s just that I feel uncomfortable a lot of the time. Especially if I’m… Continue reading Look at me the Social Butterfly.