Reducing the stigma around mental health
By Nadene There is no doubt about it. When you suffer from a mental illness, it’s hard to open up. Even harder to be honest about what dark thoughts race through your mind every waking moment. Things are definitely improving but there is still far too much stigma surrounding it Continue Reading
Needless platitudes didn’t help. ‘At least he didn’t suffer.’ ‘At least you were with him.’ Her dad had died. The myth of positivity didn’t change that.
Children need emotional validation, because they are growing into a terrifying world and trying to establish how to feel about it.
My irrational head always seeks out the worst case scenario and convinces me that it’s the only logical answer. It doesn’t matter how stupid it sounds.
I hate the way you look at me, how you question who you are | I hate the way you settle down, though you know you deserve more |
I recently had a flash of inspiration about things I’ve done despite being riddled with social anxiety. There’s definitely a determined streak in me.
I told every member of staff and both of my psychiatrists just how evil I thought I was. That I needed locking up with the key thrown away.
Don’t be afraid to pursue your dreams. Don’t be ashamed of what you want, no matter how unconventional. If the road ahead looks difficult, don’t give up.
I am DONE with the heartache and drama and upset and stress. DONE with the fucking turmoil. I am DONE with inconsistencies, DONE with hot and cold.
Anorexia is a liar. It’s a manipulator. It twists my perception of reality. No matter how much weight I lose, my reflection looks huge, fat and wobbly.
It’s only us humans that define time. Really, it’s a continuum. I’m not posting new resolutions this year. Just moving forward and learning from mistakes.
Moods get bad. Depression affects life. Life can create a mess. Even the most neurotypical person gets messy. Don’t overdo it.