Blog Action Day – Raise Your Voice for Mental Health

TW: Brief mention of self harm and suicidal ideations. I don’t know how I am finding the words to write this at the moment, mental illness is destructive at times, a curse and right now I am living through one of those moments. Bipolar Disorder brings it’s sparks of creativity, it becomes so much a…… Continue reading Blog Action Day – Raise Your Voice for Mental Health

The Curse of Self-Doubt & Self-Loathing

I’m writing this about 11pm on Friday night, for the second night in a row I cannot concentrate on my book (a really good book, I’d like to add). The problem I have is that right now I am full to the brim with self-doubt. This self-doubt started a little while back. I had applied…… Continue reading The Curse of Self-Doubt & Self-Loathing

The Diagnosis Question Time

There have been a number of posts written by people recently about diagnosis and how it does/doesn’t help with getting our minds settled or focused. One of the posts was actually by one of my guests on this blog! Diagnosis can be extremely helpful and can give you so much freedom in terms of research,…… Continue reading The Diagnosis Question Time

The Problem with Being Articulate

How being articulate when you are a mental health patient can be a drawback.

GP’s and Mental Health

Problems experienced with some GP’s and getting help for mental health issues.

Friendships

Friendships, the types of friendships I have and how they can affect my mental health.

A Return To Blogging

Why I’ve returned to blogging, an update on my recent crisis.

Bipolar Babysitter

I wanted to share this, getting a routine which works is something my Husband and I are working hard on. We are doing OK with the bed, pills, alarms side of things but I cope less well with the time when I am alone and trying to fill time when I am dealing with mood-swings,…… Continue reading Bipolar Babysitter

The Medication Penny Drop

Suddenly, I could see the penny drop, and I suddenly realised why, even when I was OK, as in not depressed, I was never really OK. I’ve not been on the correct medications.