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
Recently I’ve been seeing a lot of positivity towards medication for mental health problems. And I’m actually glad about that. All my life I’ve been told that I should do it by myself, meds are bad, avoid them at all cost. When in actual fact, my medication has helped me to lead a somewhat normal,… Continue reading Meds
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
I use the word ‘interesting’, because it was anything but. It was more of a hideous, guilt-ridden attempt at hiding what I know I couldn’t. When I was diagnosed with anxiety (and later, depression), I came out of the doctors and told my parents that everything was fine. Because, hey. Why not bottle everything up?… Continue reading My interesting attempt at self-help
As someone who has many, many issues with anxiety and self-esteem, it was a weird decision to begin blogging. But I am a writer at heart, and I figure nobody’s likely going to read this anyway. The first thing you should know about me is that I have let anxiety get the better of me… Continue reading Anxiety & I