I am up in the clouds on a thin tightrope. Every move I make crucial to prevent myself from fatally tipping the balance; One side will rise me higher into the flight of a soaring mania, the other side down, down in to the deep pitfalls of depression. This is the ultimate fight for sanity... Continue Reading →

The past few days have been a freakish blur to me, therefore I will have to excuse myself for how fragmented my writings will be. I am not well. I have not been well for about 3 weeks now. Here is an encounter of what exactly I remember. I woke up last Monday and decided... Continue Reading →

Anxiety is a feeling that has it’s hold over me so often these days, I can honestly hold my  hands up and say that it is one of the only ‘feelings’ I harvester that makes me scared out of my wit. I have, many times, described the feeling I hold as a feeling of ‘Doom’.... Continue Reading →

The Manic Years will shortly be publishing Sharing Stories – a series of stories and experiences of people with a variety of mental health difficulties. The series will aim to reach out to readers on an emotional level, by openly exposing raw thoughts, feelings and fears within real life encounters of people who have suffered... Continue Reading →

I am totally going to contradict my last post ‘Lonely Hours’ I made in December now.. I do believe i’m slowly going insane with loneliness. Not just that but a fear that I am wasting my twenties away is creeping in. I turn 26 this month. 26 years old on Valentine’s Day to be precise.... Continue Reading →

Following my latest post in September. I originally came on here for one of those ‘New Year, New Start’ posts. Then I sat and envisioned the empty last few months of my life and realised there was some content in it’s passing. Thus, a generic New Year post in the new year to follow… It’s... Continue Reading →

So I did it. I finally cracked. I’m admitting defeat now. I’m in a depression and I don’t see anyway of getting out. I can’t. fucking. breathe. It all happened about 7 weeks ago when I had an unexpected miscarriage. I know this will possibly be an extremely sensitive subject for anyone of my readers,... Continue Reading →

And so it appears, the last decision my brain made today was just to give up and stop functioning altogether. I am in that oddly awkward, surreal fog that comes around during med changes. I am now two months (?) off my antidepressants, and after a long awaited pdoc appointment have reduced my quetiapine from... Continue Reading →

In enlightenment of the desire to log in and write this post, the past few have held a small series of events. 1. Quetiapine got too much. It took me 3 months to get an appointment with my local mental health team, in which they proceeded to carry out a grueling 2 hour assessment with... Continue Reading →

This year, I have continued to progress myself as a person by making all the right choices, taken care of myself, done good towards other people, kept to a stable routine and stuck to my meds on time – and in return – life has finally decided to give me a break. It’s been heaven... Continue Reading →