There are times when grief allows your mind to believe that this must all be a horrible nightmare that you will wake up from. Then reality kicks in.
The crime of stigma must end. We need to spread the truth
Stigma is a horrible crime against humanity and must stop. Why should men and women suffer alone all their lives, afraid to reach out for help?
9 Reasons Why My Anxiety Makes Me Awesome
Anxiety is my superpower. It makes you awesome too! If you battle with self-doubt, negative self-image and other people’s ignorance, this is for you.
Dissociation and micropsychotic episodes
Dissociated, I’m not in my body – I watch from a faraway place, numb to emotions. Like splitting in two: one experiencing, one watching. It’s scary.
5 unexpected ways I manage my anxiety
I use some creative ways to cope when anxiety’s low-level buzz hovers around me. Anxiety no longer controls me – I control my anxiety.
Support and where to find it – there’s no one size fits all
Finding an outlet to express your worries, symptoms and fears can be a life-saver. Working out the right option for you can be daunting.
Metaphors To Help People Understand Mental Illness
Mental illness can be hard to explain, as there are rarely any physical symptoms. I’m using metaphors to help people understand mental illness.
The Importance of Basic Self-Care: A Cautionary Tale
The rapid deterioration – perfectly healthy to a gaping black crumbling chasm within a few short months – alarmed me greatly. I’ve been an idiot!
Body Image and Dissociative Identity Disorder
My experience of body image and Dissociative Identity Disorder. My system has many different views of my body. I’m working on a stable self-image.
Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviour
Body-Focused Repetitive Behavior causes hair loss, infections, scarring, shame, loneliness and isolation. There’s help out there, don’t let shame deter you.
Who Am I?
Who am I? Three words. A simple question? One should think such a short question should be easy to answer, but that isn’t nearly the case
The Symptom of Depression Nobody Talks About
Panic struck me. ‘Where the hell am I?!’ Everything looked foreign. What happened last night? Then my dog appeared. It was my house. How did I forget?