Reducing the stigma around mental health
By DJ NiPPER I woke up this morning at 6 am to have my blood pressure read (along with all the other patients). This was proceeded by me staying awake until 7 am, breakfast and medication time. An announcement over the tannoy system in Cantonese dead on 7 am rattles Continue Reading
My life looks like a sham on the really bad days. The darkness whispers, ‘Who do you think you are? Admit it. You’re a failure.’
For the first time, I’ve been administered medication in the morning in conjunction with my bedtime meds. This is making me somewhat hazy.
Feeling euphoric speaks for itself, it’s amazing, and I struggle to let go of this feeling! But on the whole am I feeling healthy? No, I’m not.
I could really do without fluctuating moods that confuse and overwhelm me. I could do without quietly wondering what my chances of having kids are.
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.