Haters gonna hate…

Okay so this might hurt a little…it’s something I’ve been churning over for a while now. So I’m just going to say it and I’m sure that I’m not the only one who feels it either… Self care, self love, body positivity and positivity about mental health as a disability is fraught with little IRL…

More than a diagnosis…

I’ve been assessed a lot this year – In fear that my mental health has been clouding my days and nights for more than the sun has shone over them. Taking ownership of my mental health journey over the years has helped me get through some pretty dark times. But you also need to know…

defining your self worth

Many things can influence how we feel about ourselves. Generally speaking I think many people define their worth based on the opinions of others. I am guilty of such a charge and it really got me thinking recently – why? Now there’s the age old adage of us shaping an opinion of ourselves based on…

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…

i think they call this, limbo.

Sometimes it is within the silence that everything becomes so very loud, like the ticking of a clock with its usually so quiet tick and tock or the hum of a refrigerator that is so rarely heard, it is in these silences when my thoughts are left to chit and chatter as loudly as can…

She changes the weather…

My posts have all been a bit on the negative side of late, unfortunately that’s the reality of the depressive episodes of this shitty illness – but! Good news folks, the fog has almost completely lifted, almost and the waves have calmed so much so that I can barely feel them anymore… What made this…