Not so long ago, I sat outside in the garden, a swath of blue sky above my head, the warm sun on my face. I could smell the clove laden Viburnums and the softer Daphnes, see the papery roses zigzagging the fence, the Magnolia with its small creamy flowers stood in a bright ceramic pot. Fat little bumble bees fed on delicate flowers and Butterflies skimmed past like tiny fragments of silk floating through the hot air.
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.
f you are living with mental illness, it is a struggle. There are good days and bad days. Sometimes there are bad seconds and worse minutes.
Guest Blogging for the wonderful Abigail today, over at SideRealCatalyst. *Trigger Warning: suicide* The World On The Opposite Side. https://siderealcatalyst.com/2016/06/30/the-world-on-the-opposite-side-henrietta-ross-dcfc/
Something you may also hear is ‘you need to try harder,’ which is pretty soul destroying when you are working your little arse off trying to stay well, and yet people think your enormous feats of determination, self-care and discipline are somehow lacking.
The double doors swung shut and I made my way out into the fresh air. I know it was 2008, that I remember, but what month, I don’t know. It was warm outside, people wore lighter clothing, shorter skirts, sleeveless tops, and men had their sleeves rolled up and suit jackets flung over their shoulders. I knew it would be hot, it had felt practically tropical inside, we had tried to open the grimy windows, but they would only open so far and the small amount we managed to wedge them open wasn’t enough to let any air in. It only added to the overriding sedation of claustrophobia that many of us experienced in their, we felt like battery hens packed in a crate waiting our eventual demise.
Ten Days. Ten days since I last smoked. Can you believe it? No, me neither. I had promised to blog each day, so perhaps I should throw some insincere apologies out there now with the hope that you’ll understand the frantic, almost maniacal brain of a smoker. It isn’t a nice look, so turn away … Continue reading Stoptober: Frankie Boyle edition.
Last night another episode of debates took place in Aberdeen, Scotland. There was Ruth Davidson for the Tories, Jim Murphy for Labour, Willie Rennie (do you have a hard time saying that too?) for the Lib Dems, David Coburn for UKIP, Nicola Sturgeon for the SNP and Patrick Harvey for the Greens. It was a … Continue reading Jim Murphy and his Broken Spirits.