Reducing the stigma around mental health
By Jake Cox Even the Happiest of People Wow, I didn’t know they had depression. They always seemed so happy and had everything going for them. This is a common sentence we all use when someone we knew and loved has taken their own life. The happiest people, the most Continue Reading
By Anonymous Currently I’m feeling so alone with my mental health. Everyone keeps telling me I can go to them when I’m struggling. But I’m stuck because I’m so worried that I’ll lose everything. I work full time and just keep on going. Recently I had an incident with my Continue Reading
By Mental Drama Queen I’ve been thinking a lot about where I was this time last year. I was so low. Nothing was enjoyable. There were days when I couldn’t get out of bed, let alone leave the house. I felt so alone. I was constantly having panic attacks. Just Continue Reading
By Lindsay A significant cause of some of my mental distress and dysfunction over the years has come from a relatively recently discovered realisation. Namely, I’ve tried too hard to protect both myself and others from strong emotions, either positive or negative. Coping mechanisms I’m sure we’re all familiar with Continue Reading
By Rich Tee No early waking this morning. I woke up at a reasonable hour, around 6.15am, which bucks the recent trend. I was knackered though after a week’s teaching. A late meeting at work on Wednesday and a parents evening until 7 pm on Thursday. As a result, there Continue Reading
I want to find a way through this and be better, find the strength to get past my worries and feelings, even just being able to accept those things that get me down.
When people are depressed they rely on their fearful, depressing, and negative thoughts – a huge mistake. Your fearful thoughts are not based on reality.
I am getting out there and managing to be around other people on my own. Not as a mum, or a wife. Simply as a person who is struggling in life.
I accept that we all feel depressed at some point. Life is not always happy. But feeling depressed is not the same as being ill with depression.
The little voice that pinpoints all my insecurities and magnifies them. The constant need for background noise to combat all the noise inside my head.
I told every member of staff and both of my psychiatrists just how evil I thought I was. That I needed locking up with the key thrown away.
I am DONE with the heartache and drama and upset and stress. DONE with the fucking turmoil. I am DONE with inconsistencies, DONE with hot and cold.