I want to be distracted.

Occasionally I get a feeling when I know I’m spending too much time “in my own head”. CBT and counselling taught me to be more aware, more counscious, of how I feel and what I’m thinking. Overall that’s a good thing, it’s helped me be more in control and spend more time ‘being’ rather than simply ‘doing’. Sometimes though, help it most certainly does not. Let me explain… Continue reading “I want to be distracted.”

An ongoing battle with #mentalhealth services

This afternoon I had an appointment with the local Adult Mental Health Assessment Team. Although the nurse that I talked to was lovely, once again she didn’t really know what to do with me. It’s becoming the story of my life. I know that I have three main problems that need dealing with: depression, anxiety and compulsive behaviours. Without boring you with the details, it’s … Continue reading An ongoing battle with #mentalhealth services

Life, mental health and stuff: an update on me.

It’s been quite a while since I posted on here about my mental health and such like, so here we go: I had my final session with my totally wonderful psychotherapist, Tom, a few weeks ago. It was the final session because it was the 12th, which is all that was funded, but actually I think I was probably just about ready to move-on at … Continue reading Life, mental health and stuff: an update on me.

Anxiety: just because it doesn’t make sense doesn’t mean it’s not real.

One of the lovely things about blogging has been that it’s given me the chance to see that there are lots of other people out there who experience the same challenges and ups-and-downs as I do. This post in particular really struck a chord with me. I’m lucky in so far as I don’t have panic attacks. Instead, when things get too much for me, … Continue reading Anxiety: just because it doesn’t make sense doesn’t mean it’s not real.

The value of getting out and about.

One of the biggest things that I’ve uncovered about myself through working with my counsellor has been a deep-seated and thoroughly debilitating social anxiety. There are understandable reasons for this – I was going to say ‘good’ reasons, but that’s not what I mean. When I was at school, from the age of about seven onwards, I was bullied. I realise, of course, that everyone … Continue reading The value of getting out and about.