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.
It’s Valentine’s Day! Or at least, Valentine’s evening. I wanted to post something about this marmite of a day (you either love it or ya hate it) because I’ve seen a lot of different things about it this year. There’s still been very little about how sufferers of a mental illness are affected at this… Continue reading St. Valentine
WARNING: Incoherent rant follows. I want to ban the word ‘just’ and all its counterparts. Not only is it useless, it makes you feel an inch tall. The worst, to me, is when doctors use it. ‘Oh, it’s just anxiety / depression / another stigmatised illness.’ Is that all? I’m so glad it’s just constant… Continue reading Just.
It’s been a while since I last wrote and I must admit that it’s been the last thing on my mind. A while back, I blogged about my indecision over whether to wean off Sertraline or stay on it. Well, against the better judgement of my doctor, my parents, my friends, pretty much everyone I… Continue reading Sertraline experiences
So I’ve been on Sertraline for about a year. I have seriously horrendous depression days, random anxiety attacks and daily chest pains. A year in. Now, call me crazy, but I don’t want to have those side effects for the rest of my life. I’m twenty years old and on a cocktail of tablets fit… Continue reading To wean or not to wean?