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
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.