I was diagnosed with OCD almost a year ago. I’m better than I was. I’ve got to a point where I feel ‘OK’ – but the odd bad day still happens.
When Your Mental Illness Isn’t “Social Media Friendly”
By Anonymous Mental health awareness seems to be more and more commonplace – a hugely positive thing. However, I’ve noticed a pattern: certain conditions and symptoms seem to be more acceptable than others. What do you do if your illness is still massively taboo? For example, when it affects your Continue Reading
Why The Snow Brought Me Hope
By Kirsty So it snowed. It’s the first time we’ve had a proper snowfall here in about five years. It was my daughter’s first real snow, or rather the first she’d remember, so it was lovely. My eldest was cheered, as it’s the first time it’s snowed since we moved Continue Reading
Medication and the road to recovery
By A Borderline Personality Blog ‘Recovery.’ People often use this word when talking about mental health. Recovery is something that is especially hard for people with BPD. The fundamental problem with recovery for people with BPD is that their brains haven’t developed the way other people’s have. They have developed Continue Reading
At Last I Can See the light!
By Mel Ball At last… The one phrase I have been longing to hear for the last 6 months! I have been fighting mental and physical health problems for over a year now and at last I am starting to see the end of my journey of discovery. I’m not Continue Reading
Forgiveness. Recovering From Grief
By Tina Blacksmith Back in November I started therapy. My therapist suggested I pick up a copy of The Grief Recovery Handbook. The reason for this was to grieve the relationship I never had with my mom. Strangely enough the first relationship I completed was my dad. I was wrong Continue Reading
Accepting Who I Am… A person with mental illness
By Gabriela It doesn’t matter how medicated I am or how much therapy I attend, I will always have depression and anxiety as my right and left hand men. They won’t magically disappear, instead they become manageable. Sometimes the thought of living with them for the rest of my life Continue Reading