It reminded me of the times I thought I wouldn’t make it, but did. And the times I thought circumstances would win, but instead I did. It reminded me that I’m strong. I have much to give, and that no matter how hard it gets I just have to keep going.
I still struggle at times but a huge part of getting better has been preparing my meals with love and care (mindful cooking), connecting what I eat with what my body will benefit from, and mindful eating… Food therapy anyone?
This was supposed to be a post of how unfeasible many of our GP practices are run the the UK.
But instead, something extraordinary happened that I must tell you about. 87362
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
It is by complete coincidence that I'm posting this on World Suicide Prevention Day.
I drafted this post last week because I was looking at my google analytics, and saw that among the top searches that led to my blog was 'Fibromyalgia and wanting to die.'
It's not uncommon that people
This is my second post in the What was that? - my series on 'what the crap is going on?'
Before I thought of blogging these random happenings in one post, I hadn't realised how messy and chaotic my life often feels.
How did I manage this crap all along? I'm sure
I have been trying for the better part of the last year and a half to get back into my old blogging habits. I’ve been stymied by a nagging bout of depression that won’t let up.
It’s been crappy.
But I feel upset. Angry, sad, depressed (of course) confused and lost all
Today I learnt that my swimming classes are more than just about learning to swim.
You might recall that last year I embarked on a little adventure to learn to swim. Those classes came to an end and in many ways they were a success. I learnt to stay horizontal in
My Aunty has died.
For a moment all I could hear was white noise. And my world, which has been feeling more and more like an empty space, closing in on me these past months, has become even smaller.
I can't breathe.
I've lived with depression all my life. But I'm used to
Right now I am thinking about the unconventional therapist who first, offered me her pot of yellow roses, then insisted on her beautiful cactus.
"You have to bring them back to me," she said, "you have to promise," and I cannot forget the look in her eyes.
Humans. Bizarre, intriguing and beautifully