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…

a rationalising thought…

I’ve spent many a year sat in therapy trying to understand my own mind, which is difficult for anyone but even more so when your rapid cycling episodes change on a bi-weekly basis. Why would I put myself through it? Sitting opposite a relative stranger discussing my deepest and darkest thoughts? Well imagine if you…

a little too much…

Often it is when I least expect it that a bad day will come by… today is one of those annoying days when I’ve been feeling much more like my ‘normal’ self yet I woke up with a tightness in my chest and nothing feels quite right. All of the outfits I’ve tried on look…