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.
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.
I always say pain changes you. I am not the person I was yesterday, and tomorrow I will not be the person I am today. It’s moulding me into a better, stronger me.
…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…
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
A ‘wink’ had come in from a popular dating website.
For the uninitiated in online dating, this is an indication of interest from someone. I clicked on the profile and within seconds of reading, found myself perturbed.
Dating websites can upset people for all sorts of reasons, but this was the first
“…the sound of silence on mental health problems hurts. It devastates, and sadly, in some cases it kills.”
“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life” –Winston Churchill
I hesitated for a long while to write this post. I really really wanted to, but the truth is that I was ashamed. I have always been embarrassed to say that I was bullied.