I do like a good gif. The other day, I came across this beauty, which so perfectly explains something I find incredibly hard to put into words: anxiety. The constant struggle of the man to stay out of that hole is exactly what I’ve been feeling for the last few weeks. And my God it’s hard work. Just imagine spending all day, everyday fighting against … Continue reading The Hole
Better, worse or just different? Group therapy isn’t always available in the UK, but it was recommended as something that might help me, so I went along. Continue reading Group therapy.
Allowing parents to opt-out and not making LGBT-inclusive lessons compulsory in all schools is dangerous; and can lead vulnerable children, like me, to depression, isolation, self-harm or worse. Continue reading The Government’s announcement this week on Sex and Relationship Education does not go nearly far enough.
Every time I move my head, or even glance sideways with my eyes, an electric shock fires like a bolt of lightning from one side of my head to the other. Strangely, it’s not unpleasant. In fact, it feels a little like being continuously, if only mildly, intoxicated. Continue reading “Electric Shocks in My Head, and Falling Over in Lifts.”
In Indian paddy-fields, there are harvesting people wearing face masks on the back of their heads. The belief being that the neighbourhood tiger won’t attack if they believe the farmers are looking at them. For the tiger is a predator who would prefer to creep up when it’s prey least expects it; sinking it’s teeth deep into the victims flesh so there can be no escape. Continue reading “Depression: a vicious beast that creeps up on you in the night.”
I needed cheering up this afternoon. Long story, the joys of spending time with the family, but that’s not important right now.
One of my favourite ways to make myself feel better when I’m a bit down is to listen to a few carefully selected tunes. For me, I’ve put together a playlist on Spotify of some tracks that I know do the job of lifting my mood. That way I know there’s nothing in there that’s going to trigger a negative memory or just make me feel worse for another reason. Continue reading “Because I needed cheering up and you really do #GetWhatYouGive”
Does it matter that I pick my nose sometimes? or that I don’t like spicy food? or that I can eat a whole pack of biscuits in one sitting? Does it matter that sometimes I’m too scared to go out of the house? or face up to who I am? or even get out of my own bed in the morning? Does it matter that … Continue reading Does it matter?
I should have listened, but that’s just me all over. Coming off anti-depressants is hard. I mean really, really hard. I’m sure that some people have it easier than me – some people, I know, have it much worse too – but I’m not enjoying this one little bit. Continue reading “Coming off.”
I’m angry that I have to fight to get the help, the treatment, the support that I need. I’m angry that I have anxiety. I’m angry that I can’t always control my own behaviour. I’m angry that I feel like I’ve let my family down, even though I know it’s not my fault. I’m angry that I can’t do the things I want. I’m angry … Continue reading I’m Angry
I’ve nothing to add to this. Nothing at all. You can get to the YouTube video page containing the links – and find the rest of Jack’s really very, very awesome content – by clicking here. Continue reading Let’s talk about mental health.