I am 33, yes but I still have sleep terrors. The kind of sleep terrors that shove you unexpectedly into fight or flight mode, leaving you filled with sheer dread. It is a kind of terror I can only try to describe. But you never forget it. even if you’ve not idea what you’re terrified of.
despite the stigma and whatever challenges remain, I have never felt stronger or more hopeful. And it is because now I know I am not alone.
by ending the stigma, we will make it safe for people to talk about it. And talking could very well be the first step to saving a life.
I have actively tried, very hard to plod on. I have found happy moments, and I now see so much more of the beauty in the world.
You will get tired of being sick. That’s ok. Totally ok. Own it. Take time. Rest. And get back to work.
…every day I decide to live, another person, someone, chooses to die. Their struggle is my struggle, but they have now gone while I still have a chance…
Some of us I think are prone to revisiting the same dark places. Maybe down to past traumas that stay with us, genes that we inherit or God knows what is responsible. I don’t actually think thoughts of suicide are uncommon.
For some of us, it is because we are searching…searching for something, some place that we are not quite sure of or how to get to. And sometimes it is because some of us have never managed to be truly happy.
I was surprised to find myself largely neutral to the widespread mental health campaigns being run to raise awareness.
I’ve seen many of these, encouraging people to talk about mental health and problems like depression and anxiety. Awareness is good, don’t get me wrong. I’ve seen media coverage featuring stories of