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
As you may know I’m going through a tough time at the moment. I’m back on crisis which means daily visits and meds to keep me “calm” until I see the psychiatrist who will review my long term medication. I’ve been feeling terrible. On the one hand I want everything to end and I want… Continue reading The Blurt Foundation
I didn’t want to write this. For the past few weeks Ive been an inspiration, bravely battling against my mind and inspiring others to do the same. I like that image of myself, but I’d feel like a fraud if I wasn’t always as honest as I have been lately. Yesterday was the anniversary of… Continue reading A Set Back
I’ve always been inspired by strong women or strong female characters. I loved princesses but belle was my favourite because she liked books and didn’t like the guy just because he liked her. At the age of about five my nanny told me that a princess should never change herself for a prince. My nanny… Continue reading My Hero (s)
Firstly, fuck you. Fuck you for making this the only way for me to get out what I want to say to you. Fuck you for never listening to me and completely ignoring me whenever you felt like it. Fuck you for not letting me speak, or feel or be me. Fuck you. When I… Continue reading An Open Letter to my Ex
On Saturday the 31st of January 2015 at around 2:05 am it happened. I went to visit Lauren at university on the friday. I went because we were both remembering Tess. We were going to get drunk and have fun in memory of her. We were going to party like there was no tomorrow.It was… Continue reading The Chronicles of me Part 4
On Sunday the 25th of January 2015 I was browsing facebook when I noticed something strange, a status that said something along the lines of “I cant believe you’re gone, I love you angel.”I didn’t understand, I was in shock. I did some digging, surely it couldn’t be true. I messaged and called and eventually… Continue reading The Chronicles of me Part 3
On the 3rd of march 2015 I received a call. It was the worst call I’ve ever had in my life. “Bid’s dead.” Two words and my life was changed forever. Two words. Two words and my best friend had gone. Two words was all it took to turn my world upside down. I didn’t… Continue reading My Buddy Biddle
On the 6th of May 2013 it was hot. Really hot, so my friends decided to skip the last class of the day and have a barbecue by the river instead. I felt a migraine coming on so I took my new medication before heading down to the shops to find a disposable barbecue, food… Continue reading The Chronicles of Me Part 2
Ever since I was really small, I’ve always loved big cardboard boxes. When you’re an only child a cardboard box can be anything, a car, a spaceship, a boat or a fort. A cardboard box and a collender as a helmet were always much more fun than whatever the cardboard box contained. While obviously I’ve… Continue reading Cardboard boxes
Sophie Eliza 