It is January 2017, and the new year has delivered a depression. I woke up one morning, and my life was full of clouds. Have you ever felt the air around you grow dense, so much that it’s notibly weighty when you breath it in, almost like you was inhaling a thick glug of syrup,... Continue Reading →
The Bad Week – A prime example of how external influences can affect my mood swings.
It all started when I woke up one morning and it hurt to pee. Many females are familiar with the uncomfortable sensation, especially if you are one of the lucky ladies such as myself with UTI’s frequently occurring a few times a year (ouch), even more so, if you find them problematic to shift. Hence,... Continue Reading →
The Interval – a glimmer of stability in a mad, mad world.
Life is stable. As stable as it could possibly be in my situation anyway. I’m back on my old medication; a very low dose of Quetiapine, mixed in with an anti-depressant for the fun of it, and things have settled pretty well. I have been discharged from the care of my Psychiatrist and back to... Continue Reading →
The power of hypnosis – and how it played a huge part in my recovery.
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 →
‘Here comes the sun’ – Appreciating stability.
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 →
Tackling anxiety – A proactive approach.
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 Struggle of Self-injury – Breaking the Cycle.
Since the irritability episode I had last week, I thought councelling session number 6 was a good place in which to bring up the taboo subject of self-harm. We had barely talked about this before – I tend to skirt over the issue as bring it all out in to the open can be highly triggering for... Continue Reading →
The appointment – switching psychiatric medication.
If anything summed up the dark side of the standard of mental health care in my current cummunity it would have been this appointment. Psychiatric appointments, with a consultant Psych, are like liquid gold these days. So imagine the shock I got when the postman dropped off a letter with an actual date that she... Continue Reading →
THE MANIC YEARS 