Dear Reader,
Tomorrow is the day of the funeral, a day I have been dreading for some time now. Continue reading
Dear Reader,
Tomorrow is the day of the funeral, a day I have been dreading for some time now. Continue reading
Dear Reader,
On the day my mum visited the doctor just a few hours after me. I was scared. When she returned I quickly realised he hadn’t said anything (obvious I guess) but, what I suddenly felt was a lot worse.
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Dear Reader,
Today has been an interesting day. And I think you are all going to be proud of. Well, I hope you will.
Dear Reader,
I have lost my grandmother and it is killing me. Continue reading
Dear Reader,
Welcome to my first post for Blog For Mental Health 2015. Please find more information about this fantastic project here: http://blogformentalhealth.com/ Its really easy to take part and help raise awareness.
“I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2015 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.” Continue reading
Dear Reader,
“I’m stressed!” My Mother proclaims as she thrusts a doctor’s note in my face. Two weeks off for her to sit and nap in a chair and two weeks of hell for me where I become a prisoner in my own bedroom to escape the nagging. Continue reading
Dear Reader,
At the beginning of 2014, I was at, what I would probably consider, my lowest point. As 2015 began I felt I was anywhere near that low point, until I really considered my feelings and realised. Nothing has really changed. I’m not sure in all honesty what is keeping me here anymore. When I say “here” I don’t necessarily mean “alive”, I mean, physically here. Continue reading
Dear Reader,
I wanted to start 2015 off on a positive. But I also think it’s important to round off 2014.
Dear Reader,
I thought I would at least have a few days where I was ok over christmas but sadly not. Christmas was not the day I wanted it to be. I ended up going to the hospital for two hours. Continue reading
Dear Reader,
Do you want to know how pathetic I am? Do you want to know how stupid I am? Today I took the knife I carry around with me everywhere (for fear of loosing it) and scored a line down my arm. Worse than the normal lines I insist on cutting all over myself this was deeper, it wasn’t as long but it was definitely deeper. It bled a lot and good! I deserve that. Continue reading