If I had three wishes from a genie, I’d probably spend one of those wishes on a good nights sleep.
Losing someone, no matter how it happens, hurts. We experience grief in a breakup from our lover, a fallout with our friends or even becoming distant from our family. Grief isn’t just about death.
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?
Not long ago, I stood in front of an audience of maybe 100 and declared that I was in fact suicidal. It was part of a speech where I wanted to remove the stigma around suicide and be completely blunt in the fact that suicide can claim anyone as a
I resent the girl that I see in the mirror. The hair that falls so thin and parted, teeth that are so utterly British and yellow, with that horrific gap that could crack nuts open – That London Look right? I hate the pale peach skin with freckles and blemishes,