Once again I’ve slipped. Depression and anxiety really are a relentless pair of bastards. But once again, I’m getting back up.
I am healed, but I still need patience
Finally free of abuse and toxic relationships, I’m healed, my scars fading. Hypervigilant, absent-minded, I need patience from my inner circle.
Parentification – Forced to grow up too soon
This is for any of you out there who are victims of parentification – who had to ‘be the parent’ instead of having a parent. Whose childhood was stolen.
How My Cats Help My Mental Health
Even on the darkest of days, I cannot deny the contentment I feel from the innocent and unconditional love they give me. My cats help my mental health.
Loose Talk – Strangers discussing me
Loose talk. Strangers discussing me. Words remain, swill, ferment in the mind. Yes, we are different. But we are still human. Use your words wisely.
Beyond the 90 minutes – A young footballer’s battle with mental health
Non-League football is progressing really well, but there’s still lots that needs to be done to support a young footballer’s battle with mental health.
4 Reasons I’m Grateful for my Mental Illness
Mental illness sucks. But it’s helped me develop and grow as an individual. I’ve learnt to embrace the few positive things it has given me.
Overcoming Self-Stigma – I Am Good Enough
I called myself worthless and wished I was dead. I’ve lost out on opportunities and relationships. But I’m taking small steps every day to improve my life.
Am I mad? Should I fight the demons?
Am I mad to believe in forgiveness and friendship when someone has caused me so much pain? Am I stupid to forgive? Am I scared to accept help?
12 things I’ve learned from my journey through Depression and Anxiety
How many of you are on your own journey with depression and anxiety? Are you travelling that long road to recovery, like I am?
Never Settle – A Year of Growth
One year ago I took control. I decided it was time to focus on me without regret or worrying about judgement. And damn, it feels good!
Living with Guilt, While Battling Mental Illness and Life
I thought that feeling guilt was some form of punishment. For what? A lot of things flooded my head. Then, years later, came the deadly blow.