Crying out for help is possibly one of the first things that we learn to do as human beings. Think about it. From that initial moment when we first emerged into this world as a baby the chances are we started bawling our eyes out. The reason being that as somebody who’s only a few… Read More Why there is no shame in admitting you need help
There was a time, dare I remember, where I had become the very thing that I resent in this modern day. A lifetime of abuse and bullying had left me so bitter and angry, acting out was the only way I could deal with it and sadly, that meant I hurt a fair few people.… Read More Guest Blog by Charlotte Underwood: How my mental illness made me more understanding
I’ve not had the greatest few hours if truth be told. I guess I feel a bit like I’ve hit a mental brick wall and the only tools that I’ve been given in order to try and break through that wall are a feather and one of those wooden chip forks you get from the… Read More Self harm, suicidal thoughts and libraries
A bit of a strange day today. I’m feeling somewhat sleep deprived I think. I guess that serves me right for staying up to a ridiculous hour, (1:00am) to listen to a radio show and then having to get up at the crack of dawn to play chauffeur to my partner because I happened to… Read More Strange. Ridiculous. Unbearable.
It’s strange how our minds can take a seemingly simple situation and twist it into something that we then perceive to be much more of an issue than it really is. That’s the problem for many of us suffering with a mental illness. Our minds tend to be incredibly over active at the worst possible… Read More Conversational anxiety
Getting a tattoo was always one of those things that I’d never really considered before. I guess my overall impression of them was of these tacky looking blue and green things that were all faded and usually sat on the forearm of somebody you wouldn’t particularly fancy being stuck in a sweaty lift with. Something… Read More The meaning behind my ink