‘Who is going to believe you?’ That’s what my step-mum used to tell me every single time she hurt me. Often with my face mashed against the wall…
The Time I Learned About How PTSD Can Affect Your Life
I knew immediately this earthquake was different. I told the girls what was happening, and yelled for them to get outside.
Being a Mental Health Patient
The nurse said he didn’t need my permission to share confidential information. He used the threat of a section as leverage: an abuse of professional power.
Abuse of psychiatry in South India
Let one dog die on the roadside and you have the entire country howling about it. Dogs have their human rights but we don’t.
My love/hate relationship with the NHS
I want to make a difference. I can’t stand the thought that people are being let down in the same way that I have been, and continue to be, let down!
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
in 2005, I became so ill that I checked myself into a long-term mental health facility. But the staff said Dissociative Identity Disorder did not exist.
Psychiatric medications and the myths surrounding them
Psychological tools are a big help in coping. But many people do need medication to lead a normal day-to-day life. It can play a big part in your recovery.
Rejected and/or “kicked-out” of treatment
At the E&R, I was taken into a room and told I was no longer welcome. No plan was in place – no doctor, no meds, no treatment.
My battle with medication
I thought I could get well all by myself. I couldn’t. I fell into a dark depression. AGAIN. I hadn’t learned. I felt unable to move.
Battling Endometriosis while Suffering from Postpartum Depression
I broke down crying when I saw my doctor. I was overcome by the pain and the dark place my mind had been in for the last 6 months.
Using the Term High-Functioning
Opinion piece: It’s a term that is both misused and overused, infantilizing, and laden with ableism. The expression I am talking about is high-functioning.
Acknowledging your feelings
Acknowledging your feelings is daunting when they’ve been trampled on. I’m used to having my thoughts and feelings dismissed by professionals.