Ever have one of those days when something trivial happens that completely ruins your day? It catapults you into a negative space that you just can't shake? Feelings of worry and fear just seem to take over every fibre of being, and no matter what you try or how hard you wish to go back… Continue reading Derailed
When chatting with people they often express the feeling "miss you". This is a sentiment that in all my years I have never been able to process well. While it is one I can share for others, each time I hear it my brain searches for an ulterior motive. This is foolish I know, but… Continue reading “I Miss You”… UGH
Sticking to the promise I made myself earlier this month I have been doing my best to work ahead and get my posts together on my good days. This helps to alleviate the guilt of neglecting something that is important to me on the bad days when I just don't have what it takes to… Continue reading I Must See to Believe
For those of you who follow regularly, you’ve heard me mention from time to time that I lied to myself for many years. Tried my damndest to avoid, ignore and subvert the fact that I have a mental illness. I tried all the usual denial techniques, self-improvement books to transform my life, and ultimately self… Continue reading A Lifetime Choice
I did it again. I woke up disappointed in myself, and my progress this morning. Fortunately these days are becoming fewer and far between, but these days still exist and I’m sure you can relate. You were having a good day, a better than average day, and you think because you’ve had the handle on… Continue reading The Language of Depression
Part 2 in my series "Working with Professionals", a look into life in therapy. For the majority of my life I was self-managed in the mental health department. Deaths, failures, depression, divorce and trauma were in all in my wheelhouse. I had friends and family to vent to. Writing to explore and release my thoughts and emotions. When these failed I could self-medicate until I felt better or simply forgot the pain, if only temporary. Counselling and therapy were for the real serious shit, and my shit was never serious enough to need help.