There was a story doing the rounds a few years ago that a certain ex-government minister had three diaries. The first was full of public engagements that everybody knew about and the second contained engagements that his team purposefully leaked to the press. The whole point of the second diary was that nobody thought to … More The third diary.
I’ve been trying to write you a post about love in all it’s many forms. I was trying to tell you about all the acts of love I’ve experienced in my life but it wasn’t working out. I wanted to tell you that there should be hundreds of words for love, as many words as there … More On love – or the blog that never was.
I’ve half-joked for a long time that soon there won’t be any mental health services for me to blog about. This week, that came a few steps closer to becoming my reality. I found out from a friend that my psychiatrist is moving to a managerial position. It’ll suit him. So what now? As my psychiatrist … More Abandoned by the NHS.
I’m in unfamiliar territory and feeling rather strange. Life seems to be going well: weird or what? If I look back at the past few weeks I can’t get away from the fact that things seem to be turning around for me. By virtue of thousands of imperceptible steps, I’ve started to rebuild my life. It’s a … More Relapse, recovery and tomato soup.