Today I’m writing about why your voice is important, and about why it deserves to be heard. The stereotypes of mental illnesses portray a narrative; a story of what it means to be mentally ill. These stories are often limiting, damaging and aren’t the full story. They often don’t capture the experience of having a … Continue reading Expanding the narrative of mental illnesses.
Lately I have been sharing my writing with organisations and blogs beyond this little space here! It has been truly wonderful to have the opportunity to share my words and experiences with a wider audience, and I am so thankful that I get to be part of such incredible and supportive mental health communities. Firstly, … Continue reading Expanding.
At the moment, I’m sitting in the beautiful sunshine rays on the bus, on my way to my first day back at university. It’s also my final year, making it my last first day, in a way! The first day jitters are all too real, but I’m excited too. I love learning, seeing friends all … Continue reading The last first day back.
Sometimes mental illnesses can become so overwhelming, so all-encompassing and bold, that it can feel as though we have lost our entire selves to their entity. During the deepest, most destructive stages of an illness, everything can feel subdued, isolated, and lacking in richness; colour. What would usually mean the world to us could become … Continue reading More than an illness.
Art is something that I approach (or quite possibly run away from), with a solid, 10 foot pole. Looking and admiring it is something that I truly enjoy. It brings me mindfulness and peace. Art galleries are one of my favourite places, and I have such fond memories of spending hours exploring them with friends … Continue reading Let the words flow.
Something that can be hard about blogging is making sure that you are only sharing your own experiences and story, when as humans, our journeys all become intricately intertwined with each other. Since beginning this blog, I have tried to be very conscious about not writing about other people and their experiences, as those are … Continue reading Pain echoes.
From writing a couple of little ancedotes about my experiences with dermatillomania on here, quite a few people have said that they hadn’t heard of it before, and didn’t know what it was. And understandably so! It’s a big, long funny sounding word, and it definitely isn’t talked about as much as other mental illnesses, … Continue reading What is dermatillomania?
A couple of months ago when my therapist began talking about dermatillomania with me, everything clicked into place. It all made so much sense. Why I find it near impossible to just leave my skin alone, and why I’m constantly running my hands down my limbs, face and scalp, searching for any imperfections to remove, … Continue reading Finding some good in dermatillomania.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just lost all control. If my mind completely spun into a whirlpool, and it just kept going around and around, and I went along for the ride too. Sometimes I’m scared that’s going to happen. Tonight while walking across the foyer at work, I suddenly thought “what … Continue reading Losing all control.
For my fellow anxiety warriors out there, we all know of the havoc and the chaos that anxiety can cause within the brain. Anxiety upturns tables, throws chairs across the room, splatters of badly-tinted paint on the walls. All during events like talking to a friend, brushing your teeth, or laying in bed. Chaos! Everywhere! … Continue reading Stretching towards good things.