We Need To Talk About Psychosis.

The romantic poet, John Clare spent most of the last years of his life in an asylum. Life had been hard as it was for many in the eighteenth century. Born into agricultural poverty, known as the 'peasant poet,' Clare had a great love of nature, of the unspoilt landscape that surrounded him, the changing … Continue reading We Need To Talk About Psychosis.

The Creep That Is Bipolar Disorder.

  Living with Bipolar Disorder has probably been the biggest challenge of my life. Whilst other things have come along that are not particularly pleasant, they have, given time, disappeared. Bad relationships come to an end, blistered hearts find new templates, money troubles eventually smooth over. Bipolar Disorder, on the other hand, never leaves.   … Continue reading The Creep That Is Bipolar Disorder.

The Lump of Anxiety.

I have always been the anxious sort which is a difficult thing to admit. I often think I was carved out of anxiety, small bones scored and polished with fear whilst folded into my mothers womb. For a long time I was in denial. I didn't want to admit I struggled for fear of being seen as weak, … Continue reading The Lump of Anxiety.

Goodnight Carrie Fisher. 

Like many, I too,  loved Carrie Fisher. Carrie was an intelligent, funny, straight-forward, sharp, humble,  talented star who we shall all miss. From her iconic role as Princess Leia in Star Wars to her many candid but hilarious books to her constant work as a mental health advocate, she was an incredible lady who gave … Continue reading Goodnight Carrie Fisher. 

Nine Things Not To Do To Someone With Mental illness.

It's World Mental Health Day. I have to admit this year I might have forgotten, if I hadn't been on Facebook and noticed a friend saying she was trying to wrote something. I, in the interests of inspiration, then asked my friends what I should write about and found myself swamped with ideas. As I couldn't cover all of their insightful suggestions, I decided to pick just one. So here it is.

I Don’t Believe In Psychiatry.

I stood in the foyer. A woman sat at a desk behind me, cooped in by the glass partition that separated us. Her silver glasses hung on a cord around her neck, perched now on her sizable chest and she typed away at the computer with chipped red nails. ‘Can you stop doing that,’ I … Continue reading I Don’t Believe In Psychiatry.