I’m scared of the idea of being “well”. At this point I’ve been “unwell” for about 7 years now and the truth is, I just don’t know who I am without my various ailments. From the age of 12 I’ve had noticeable scoliosis which has meant me having to see an osteopath each month and… Continue reading A Magical Cure
Completely random post today, but it turns out a few people were interested in how I write my notes. I’m doing open university at the moment so my life is taking notes from the books and lectures and online resources before completing essays on that topic. I also spent a lot of my a levels… Continue reading How I write my notes
When you’re a child and you have a nightmare, you wake up, get cuddled and everything is okay when the light is on. When you’re a child you dream of scary monsters that lurk in the shadows. When you’re a child, a toy makes everything better. As a 21 year old girl with schizoaffective disorder,… Continue reading Nightmares and psychosis
I’ve always been thin. I’ve been accused of being too skinny, or told to go eat a burger, but the reality was that I ate just fine but I happened to be skinny. My parents were both really skinny when they were younger so it was totally normal for me. I never hated my body,… Continue reading Weight gain
Am I too honest about what happens to me? When my friends ask how I’m doing, should I respond honestly? Am I actually just driving people away? Are they scared for me or scared of me? Does it matter if they treat me differently? The voices tend to get really loud when I start talking… Continue reading Do I stop sharing?
A lot of people ask me why I’m a feminist. Why I’m not a populist or a humanist or an egalitarian or some other made up word. I’m a feminist, because I believe in the social, economic and political equality of the genders. That’s what it means. I’m not a man hater. I’m not a… Continue reading Why I’m a Feminist
12/05/17 The following events took place between 7 and 11pm “They’re coming” a kind voice said, “get your things and get out of here.” I panicked. My heart rate sky rocketed and I couldn’t breathe. “What’s wrong?” Alex asked “I’m having a panic attack” I forced out between gasping for air. I tumbled off the… Continue reading The Chronicles of Me Part 5