My name is Scott. I live in the North East of England and was originally diagnosed with depression and anxiety over twenty five years ago. I was a quiet kid, kept very much to myself as I was growing up. My family appeared pretty normal at first but cracks have shown with all of us... Continue Reading →
“Hi, my name is Gary Cooper, 26. I am a Lecturer in Biological Science, Zoo Keeper and I have depression. Throughout my life I have, like many others, suffered the tragedy of loss, of relationships, friends and quite recently; Family. Surprisingly it is none of the above that defines who I am, I’m just a... Continue Reading →
The solid floor, cold against my tear stained cheek was my body’s point of reference to centre myself. I open my eyes and allow them to explore the tiny flecks of iridescent colours shimmering upon it’s textured surface. I feel my chest beginning to expand again and finally I can breathe. I pull myself up,... Continue Reading →
Tonight I stepped out, placed my toes in the sea Felt the waves on my skin, how cold they might be Looked out past the shore, past the river than ran Tonight I went swimming, the night that I swam. I plunged in the deep, to the dark and the blue And swam in the... Continue Reading →
I remember the first time one of my therapists in my early days of my recovery, gave me a disk to use for my homework to tide me over until we were to meet again during the following weeks appointment. The disk contained a series of hypnosis tracks, which were bestowed on me to encourage... Continue Reading →
After two weeks of aimlessly wondering around with a dreadful anxiety as a companion, she is slowly starting to turn the dimmer down on her radiation. She is still here no doubt, but she is getting bored now. Instead of letting my mentality slip, I have spent the past lonely days and nights acknowledging her... Continue Reading →
Relapses are inevitable in mental illness, particularly in Bipolar disorder. They come as Seasonal shifts, the sunny hypomanic spark and the cold winters of depression. And then you have the weather changes in between; the bad days, the good days, the sleepless nights, the medication side effects, the bad choices and the days in bed.... Continue Reading →
THE MANIC YEARS 