Recovery Part 3: Four little words

I realise I never quite rounded up my three parts on my experience with anti-depressants (Part 1, Part 2). Things changed a little, and have changed since, both of which have been an important part in my recovery too. I stopped taking my anti-depressants late in 2017. I’m still not sure if this is a…

Recovery Part 2: Lists and Being Far Too Tired.

Last month, I wrote a piece about my daily routine before I started a recent course of citalopram. I did say I would update on my progress in a weeks time, yet a week somehow turned to four and over month later here we are. 6 weeks in. Unfortunately I haven’t been taking the medication…

Recovery Part 1: A day in the life of an anxious depressive. 

Content Warning: depression, anti-depressants, suicidal thoughts, self harm. I recently started a course of citalopram, with diazepam when needed. It’s the first time I’ve been on antidepressants since I was younger, and had a very difficult time on fluoxetine. They make me anxious. However, after three weeks of being on them they are working really…

Celebrate doing the small things you love!

This week is Mental Health Awareness week. My blog has been fairly stagnant over the last year, but I deemed this an important reason to kickstart my writing again. I have blogged on and off over the years about my own journey with my mental health and about larger initiatives such as World Suicide Prevention…

#WorldSuicidePreventionDay

Today is #WorldSuicidePreventionDay. I feel compelled to share.   My depression worsened this year, and I didn’t tell anyone. During the past two months I’ve had a fair few blips, resulting in a breakdown in relationship and loss of someone very important. I spoke out, I told my closest friends and my family and now…

The pleasure of your own company 

I am in Iceland, Reykjavik to be precise, after a very spontaneous decision at the end of an incredibly difficult week.  I have always loved traveling, and for one reason or another I keep finding reasons not to. Visiting Iceland has always seemed like a dream to me, and at the lowest point I’ve been…