I’m happy. I mean, on occasion I am so ridiculously happy I can’t actually handle it. Recently I’ve been so happy I’ve cried. I’d like to point out that depression isn’t about being unhappy. I still suffer from depression and anxiety, despite being a happy person now. Being happy is …
Last Saturday was suicide prevention day. Or suicide prevention week. Or suicide prevention month. Depending on the website. It goes without saying that for some people every day is suicide prevention day as they try and deal with their mental health problems. Last week there was no post becau se …
I suffer from a few mental health problems that I have tackled well over the years. Once I was a very sick young woman but now I’m much more stable, much happier. Much better. But not perfect. No one ever is going to be 100% mentally or physically healthy and …
I’m still awake. It’s a quarter to one in the morning on the third night of a random bout of insomnia. I’m currently drinking tea, listening to music and…writing this. Insomnia is an odd thing, the way the body stays awake despite the minds desperate need for sleep. I was …
As previously and briefly mentioned recently, I was a vegetarian as a teenager. While is pretty typical for a teenager – trying something out, loving animals, lots of friends and a sister who’s a vegetarian, was inevitable some would say, that I would do the same. Well, yeah, duh, it …
I both love and hate crying. Actually love is too strong a word (hate is not). I do not love the headache I get, or the snotty nose. I do not love the rest cheeks or the puffy eyes. I don’t even like these things. What I do like it …
Me at any given time, not just when writing. So a little while ago I wrote a post about fanfiction, that was a nice rant about why fanfiction isn’t shit or inferior. And how I write and read a lot of fanfiction. And always will. In fact, over the past …
I am overweight. Okay, actually, I think, depending on who you ask – and what scale they use – I am obese. Not morbidly so, I have a bit of height on me so it evens out but there’s enough weight on me to got past overweight in most scales …
I’m trying to reconcile this feeling I have where I need to work because the government won’t support me and being at home all the time is no good for my mental health (or physical health probably) but working isn’t exactly conducive to my illnesses either. Most places of work …
People treat me like a child sometimes. I am not a child. I’m 33. Sometimes I think people forgot this. I can look after myself. I actually can. I can cook, I can keep the house clean and I can keep myself alive and dressed and clean. I can get …
