If you could see my mental illness then things would be different, I’m sure. But you can’t, so there is a huge stigma attached that makes me hide in shame.
Early days of loss
By Sophie Ann The Pain Sits There It sits in my stomach, like a balloon. just blocking the path for food, keeping me full for starving days. The pain sits there, making me feel sick and weighed down by the regret and things I should’ve said, and the things I Continue Reading
Sad, not depressed – Why I don’t ‘deserve’ a depression label
By Samantha Jones I am sad, not depressed For a couple of months now I have been feeling low and out of sorts. It’s like there is a black cloud hovering above my head, not allowing me to think straight. This cloud doesn’t allow me to wash, leave the house, Continue Reading