Goldilocks and the sandwich board…

There’s something in all of us that likes to be needed, to be wanted and adored. Whether that’s the short term kicks of a Tinder match or a pat on the back from your boss, or it’s the long term need to procreate or get promoted and win a shiny gold star. We all like…

putting it together

seasons of april mental health blog this episode discusses how to deal with a period of wellness and her anxiety around it.

hurt.

Pain can come in all shapes and sizes… It can be a dull ache or an overwhelming blow but it still hurts. It doesn’t matter whether you’ve just had your heart broken or you’ve stubbed your toe. It all fucking hurts.  I am now officially out of a job and for me it feels like…

the rock and the hard place.

Recently I have ignored you. Ignored you in the hope of just ‘getting on with it’. But you see, I can’t because in my quest of normalcy and regularity I have realised that well, I am not either of those things and as much as I hate to admit it, this off loading of thoughts really…

april-rose with a side of bipolar…

World Bipolar Day has just gone by and I have done my best to avoid it… These days of acknowledgement always make me feel a little disheartened, that we need one at all is disappointing. But then again all the big illnesses and diseases have them, but what I wouldn’t give to live in a…

decades of life…

It’s been a while and I’ve been hiding in my head. Gears whirring away in the background whilst the extroverted cog gets shit done and work starts to pan out. It’s been a month of ditching the depression with the darker evenings and breathing much-needed life into those dark and grey corners… I’m not quite…

a space between time

There’s a space between time when all things go quiet except for the ticking of your heart and the relentless nausea bellowing from within Your mind fills itself with a radio silence of white noise and a fear louder than any alarm bell ringing between your ears There lies a loudness that consumes you before…

inner marilyn

Everyone knows something about Marilyn Monroe. She epitomises old Hollywood and the peaks, troughs and hardships that come with it. We all know how she died and who she dated, everyone has an opinion about this beautiful woman; but none of us truly know who she was. And even though I own countless books, cushions…

something far greater than I

I can’t breathe today. For no reason other than my lungs seem to be hitting my ribs harder than normal, bruising them with every breath. And I can’t get the putrid nausea out of my mouth, burning my throat with every swallow. Depression is a real bastard. You start to see some light through the blackness…