depression is not beautiful | everything is overwhelming, dark and sad | even when it’s sunny, you see dark clouds | it’s a mental breakdown every day
Presence and Gratitude
Two feelings signal to me that I am experiencing happiness. Presence and gratitude. For now, I feel grateful and present in the place that I am in.
Stigma, a Mark of Disgrace
Mental health still carries a mark of disgrace. You can’t talk about it without some people judging. It’s time to stop judging and start accepting.
Bipolar is Awesome!
Bipolar is awesome! A lyrical genius, ideas of grandeur – until they ram a needle in yer. Then comes the crash. Longing for your life to be over in a flash.
How I became 1 in 4
I was working hard, really hard! Working late, thinking about work, dreaming about work, worrying, suddenly it all mattered far too much. I became 1 in 4.
‘Happy’ People Can Be Depressed Too
I’m caught in a trap where if I don’t portray my depression, I’m not really depressed. But if I express sadness, I should stop feeling sorry for myself.
Inside The Deep Dark Hole Of Depression
A lot of people wonder what depression is like. It can be hard to explain, especially when you’re not in its depths. You almost forget how bad it feels.
When Everyday Life Becomes Overwhelming
Depression makes me so tired. Chores pile up for days or weeks, and one small thing can push me over the edge. Writing helps me feel less overwhelmed.
Bipolar Poem
Bipolar Poem: She’s lying in her bed / Still breathing but she’s wishing she was dead / She’s dancing round the place / The biggest smile across her face…
When It Grabs You Out Of Nowhere
Depression can reach out of nowhere and pull us down by the hair, even when we think we’ve figured it out and we’re on an Up. Yesterday it hit me.
4 Tips for Depression from Somebody who Actually Has Severe Depression
On those days when opening your eyes seems momentous, these tips might make your life a little easier. Basic self-care to see you through the storm.
Not Enough Monsters: Am I Jekyll or am I Hyde?
The way out of the toxic comfort zone that was killing me has taken me years, and yet here I am, safe and sound. Am I Jekyll or am I Hyde?