As you have probably gathered from this little corner of the internet if you aren't a stranger - I am a little bundle of nerves, all squishy and squeaky, and sometimes even am an entire, complete, mess. The mess part usually happens when I'm Wednesday-deep in a week-long bender of panic attacks, whereas the wild … Continue reading A morning routine for a bundle of nerves.
Let’s begin with the truth. The self-care task for today didn’t go quite as planned. Day 2 - drink at least 2L of water. I definitely didn’t manage to drink 2L of water today. Perhaps only about half, at a stretch? However, all those little droplets that didn’t make it into the perfect 2L don’t … Continue reading Water and living.
Having a good old laugh and discussing mental illness are two things that don't really sound as if they fit together well. Kind if like chives and tea. Naturally, mental illness is a serious topic, as the repercussions and impact that it has on millions of lives are immense. Part of the discussion, and the … Continue reading Ruby Wax, humour & being mentally ill.
It’s January! And that makes me so happy and excited! Although changes for the better can be made at any point in our lives, I’m a sucker for new year’s resolutions, and for making positive changes at the beginning of a brand new year. I began this year with many resolutions to shape all 365 … Continue reading Introduction — 30 Days of Self Care
Here’s a thought; pain echoes. Today’s topic is a sensitive one, and one that I believe is relatively under-discussed. There are different opinions surrouding it, and it can be an almost controversial topic. I’m just here to share my own, personal experience, and I welcome different viewpoints in the comments section. Today’s topic is also … Continue reading The pain of self-harm.
It was the day. My palms were all sweaty and my heart kept overexaggerating the noxious boom-de-boom sound. My legs felt like not-quite-ready jelly; watery and useless. My thoughts were racing, a mile a minute, about all the dire possibilities that would most definitely, certainly, absolutely happen. All of them. For sure. Was I on … Continue reading Anxiety and radishes.
A big part of my mental illnesses (I'm looking at you in particular self-harm, don't think you can escape my knowing stare) is the need to feel something, literally anything at all. The overwhelming sense of blankness, or a void of all feelings, would become unbearable, that I would want to do just anything to … Continue reading What helps me to feel alive.