This is the first time I’ve written a post in four months. Toady I have been officially diagnosed with depression for a year. I have been on meds for 11 months and 3 weeks.Read more "50 Shades of Depression"
“I’ve got so much to do today so I can’t go out tonight, it’s just so depressing.”
“It’s so depressing – Martha got kicked off the Bake Off.”
“…the most embarrassing thing ever, I could have killed myself.”
“How do you feel today?” “Trivialised.”Read more "Trivialised"
I’ve realised why I don’t have bad days anymore. And I’m not as better as I thought. To experience a bad day or good day there must be something to experience. Obviously. Be it sounds, smells, sights, emotions, bad or good. But what if you can’t experience things like you used to, can’t see or […]Read more "Walls"
I don’t really have bad days anymore. Not in the same way. No more of the endless lethargy that used to have me in its clutches. In a way I’m happy – it means I’m getting better, that I’m making progress, no matter how small the steps are. This part of me can experience joy, […]Read more "Not even a doodle"
“Hi, my name’s Tom, and I cut myself.”
There isn’t an easy way to talk about self-harm. It’s not the best of conversation starters – more of a conversation killer.
Last term I almost killed myself. Which I’ll admit is a rather abrupt and blunt way of putting it, but it’s not really a delicate matter. It’s raw, it’s painful, it’s bleeding, it’s unpleasant: an affront to our natural sensibilities. But it was. It almost happened. It’s not a hopeless place, there is always hope. […]Read more "Shadow of the Valley"
I’m not clever enough I’m not funny enough I’m not beautiful enough I’m not thin enough I’m not nice enough I’m not good enough I’m not enough.Read more "Am I worth it?"