Reducing the stigma around mental health
By Megan Adams We should remember that each and everyone experiences some kind of mental health issue in their lifetime. That statistic of ‘1 in 4 people a year will suffer from mental health issues’ is a bold statement. It also leads us to believe that depression and anxiety is Continue Reading
By Megan Drowning Depression. It feels like drowning. You can still see everyone breathing. But you’re drowning. The thoughts smother you. They strangle you. They never leave you alone. Depression feels like an unknown world. Everything is dark. Everything is loud. Feeling like you’re not human. You feel numb. The Continue Reading
By Ed Having never written my thoughts down before, I’m not quite sure where to start. Expecting it’ll go wrong For as long as I can remember I have struggled with feeling alone and down. It’s almost my default position. Whenever something’s going well there’s always something else there to Continue Reading
By Sophie Ann It’s hard to explain depression to someone who doesn’t suffer it. I feel like I have a rucksack on my back that is full of bricks. It weighs me down and making me constantly feel empty and down. Even in sleep, I can feel the bag, making Continue Reading
By Anonymous For me, part of having BPD means having a difficult time believing people when they compliment you, tell you they love you, or when they say they care about you. It is accompanied by feelings of total isolation and paranoia. So, I thought I’d write a piece describing Continue Reading
By Sophie Ann There are so many things flying in my mind, crashing against my skull, creating a constant migraine of pain and exhaustion. So many questions swaying on my shoulders, dragging me down lower and lower throughout the day. So many voices telling me things that I believe and Continue Reading
By Joe Doyle My father, Hugh Anthony Doyle, met Kathleen O’Meara, daughter of Joseph O’Meara, around 1974. My father moved to her home town, Newcastle, County Down, and married her on Sunday 12th September 1976. I was born Anthony Joseph Doyle on March 26th 1978. My mother died on April Continue Reading
By Melissa A Lend a Hand Looking in the mirror I can’t believe what I see A complete stranger is looking back at me She won’t smile and her eyes are sad, I can’t believe I’ve gotten this bad. Her body is weak and her skin is scarred and she Continue Reading