Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and I might as well be Santa. But I feel like I spend my whole year preparing for my upcoming Christmas calorie intake.
When you grow up depressed and anxious your whole life, you don’t expect to make it this far. I never expected to become an adult. A birthday can become a chore when it’s just a reminder that you have existed for another year, when you really, really, don’t want too.
I don’t like the term ‘holiday blues’ as that makes it sound less valid, because mental illness is more than feeling ‘blue’ and it doesn’t just turn up for the holiday, sadly for many of us, it takes years or a lifetime to manage that black dog. But I do believe that the festive season can make you feel worse, mentally speaking.
What people are saying when a person “commits” suicide, is reinforcing that they are criminals or perhaps something else judgemental.
But there is no crime in suicide and the only judgment should be as to why the person was left to feel that their life needed to end.
Why is the crime caused by the victim and not the events that led to their demise? Is this another way for society to victim blame?
We know that we will face setbacks with our mental health. Bad days, bad weeks, meltdowns, major episodes…they’re almost inevitable.
We know that our mental illnesses will change over time, as we ourselves and our circumstances change.
I remember my first trip to the doctor, at least, this was the first time I had spoken to a doctor about my mental health. I was 14, anxiety had taken over my life at this point but I did not know what anxiety was. Or what mental health was
[TW] I’m standing on a bridge in my local park listening to water rush beneath my feet, it is summer 2009 and I don’t have a care in the world. The bridge is a main connecting point in the park for other walkways, striding over with intent I’m confronted by
I am not independent, in fact, I think I am the most dependent adult you’d meet. At 21 years old I made the first ‘adult’ step and moved out of the home of my mother. It was a very quick and last moment decision and I don’t regret it. It’s