When was the last time you had a good natter with a friend, or spent some time on whatever your particular passion is? I hope it wasn’t too long ago that you did either of these things, but for people with depression they can feel impossible. Struggling to talk to others and not feeling able to spend time … More Time to talk? Maybe not…
Be afraid: I’ve started going to boxing classes. It’s all part of Mind’s ‘Get Set to Go‘ program, which aims to improve the lives of 75,000 people with mental health problems through access to sport in their communities. I think Therapist #1 might have been right when he kept going on about me having issues with … More Peace, prejudice and pugilism.
I’m angry. Really frickin’ angry. This isn’t like me at all – usually any anger I feel is self-directed and turns into loathing before I can recognise what it is. Today I’m a maelström of rage and frustration. Get me. On the ‘About’ section of my Twitter and Facebook pages I write: “I’m supposed to … More Welcome to the sharp end of austerity.
I’ve been told that it’s good to get out of your comfort zone and I know it’s true – do the same old things and you get the same old results – but right now I’m so out of my depth I’m drowning. In a stream of water that keeps coming out of my eyes: weird. … More Cry. Bike. Don’t sleep. Repeat.
Remember the mental health awareness course I went on last week? It was Part 2 yesterday. The same ideas about depression being more of a lifestyle choice than an illness were not only revisited but reinforced by the trainers. After one too many discussions about mental health issues as if the people affected by them … More Peace or prejudice? You choose. Right now.
I took part in a mental health awareness training course yesterday. It turned out to be a real eye-opener and I’ve spent most of today trying to process my feelings about it. We covered the symptoms and causes of depression and it was the latter that unsettled me the most. The trainer asked the group … More The Witch of Misery
I started art therapy today. I like the therapist and the group seem nice too. They all worked on really lovely paintings and pictures but I couldn’t, I’ve never been able to. Whenever I draw, sketch, or paint it’s because I have something I can’t express through words – and those feelings have never really … More Thinking through my fingers
Were you the clumsy kid that got blamed for every breakage? Maybe you were the class clown who always had the finger pointed at them when learning was disrupted (but thanks for the memories Jamie H – filling the geography room of our Catholic comprehensive with blown up condoms was outstanding). We always carry labels … More The realities of life with a label
I thought about starting this post with “I’ve hit a bit of a rough patch” but that would be like describing full-blown influenza as a bit of a sniffle. It’s hard, but if I’m not completely honest we might as well go back to the days of talking in whispers about people who ‘suffer with their nerves’. … More If you can’t help, at least don’t hurt.
As always, my psychiatrist’s gaze was flitting between the screen of his laptop and the pink form he kept on his desk. He rarely turned away and faced me – I wondered whether his laptop had voice recognition software but his use of my name suggested that despite appearances he was addressing me. In keeping with … More “We need to talk about your diagnosis”