So I had a post all ready and planned out for last week, even starting writing it. And then something happened. I stopped taking my prescribed antidepressant: Paroxetine a.k.a Paxil a.k.a Satan in pill form. Dun dun dunnnnn Well, as you can see, that post went straight out of the window, along with my sanity… Continue reading Satan in a pill
The first time I realised depression was an illness, not a choice or a lifestyle or any other stupid idea, I was eighteen and had been going through it for nearly a year. After eighteen years of education, I had no idea what mental illness really was. That’s a scary realisation. Four years later, I… Continue reading Stigma school
I’ve written before about how the people around me are affected by my mental illness. Honestly, I feel like it’s quite an important part of writing about mental health, especially when you still live with your parents. I try really, really hard to be mindful of how I talk to and treat people when I’m feeling… Continue reading Ouch.
Alliteration, baby! *P.S. I talk about depression here, so please be careful.* It’s been such a long time since I last wrote anything. I sat down to write today while putting off starting a uni assignment (healthy, I know) and realised that, actually, nothing has changed since I last wrote. Doctors are as unhelpful as ever,… Continue reading Always anxiety? (+ advice, anyone?)