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
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
I’m not watching 13 reasons why, but everyone’s talking about it and telling me I should watch it – so here’s my response to anyone asking why I’m not watching it. I know two people who have committed suicide. Ive felt on the edge myself several times and have cut my legs and arms in… Continue reading Self preservation
Everyone will say that their friends are the best, but mine really are. After becoming unwell nearly four years ago now, the importance of having good quality, reliable friends has been magnified in my life. In fact getting ill, really showed me who my true friends are in the first place. Ive picked some new… Continue reading To my friends
After 5 years of counselling, 2 years of diagnosed severe depression and the maximum dose of my antidepressants and having a psychotic break down leading to being under the care of crisis, you would think I would have accepted that I was unwell. Somehow however, I still thought it was no big deal and a… Continue reading Accepting I was ill