SOCIAL MEDIA

Sunday, 13 May 2018

Mental illness; the ugly truth



With Mental Health Awareness week beginning tomorrow, I wanted to do a mental health post depicting the ugly truths of living with these debilitating illnesses. Far too often in tv shows and movies, we see a romanticised version of what it's like to suffer from mental illness. So I wanted this post to be brutally honest, so it does come with a trigger warning. Living with a mental illness is horrible and as it is an invisible illness, those who don't suffer struggle to understand. So I took to Twitter and asked people to tell me what it is like living with their illness, here is their story, here is their ugly truth.  

Monday, 1 February 2016

Suicidal thoughts and fighting back



Suicidal thoughts suck. They are painful and distressing and can take over your mind. So how do we accept them as part of depression without acting on them?


Friday, 22 January 2016

‘How do you manage to maintain such a positive outlook on life?’


As complimentary as this question would naturally be, up until now it’s been something that’s always seemed so foreign to me for one main reason: how easily worry and stress could and to a certain degree, still does build up on me. The process of learning to control and harness these insecurities has by no means been straight forward and gradually I’ve learned to accept that it will most likely never be fully complete.


Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Our Reactions Matter - A Personal Story

One must realize that everyone is different. We all have different problems and we all go through situations in life that no one may understand- this was my problem. I had a friend (let’s call her Lisa for this purpose), whom suffers from bipolar disorder. This type of mental illness can only be understood if you understood the person first of all.
 Lisa was a close friend of mine, I regularly visited her and we went out during the weekends when we had the opportunity to. We were also part of a friendship group with three other girls and we were all really close. However, this friendship started to crumble, as we were becoming closer friends by the day. This was mainly because we didn’t know how to react to Lisa.


Tuesday, 29 September 2015

Barely Breathing

Hey my names Alex. I'm 16 years old and I live in the UK. When I was around the age of 12 I realised I wasn't like everyone else...

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

A Stronger Person



My story begins at age 4, with my parents divorce. After years of split custody my mum remarried, had another child and I moved to live with her. Things turned sour as my mother struggled with bringing up myself and my little brother. She developed issues with alcohol and her mental health declined. I turned to comfort eating to deal with this and by the age of 13 I had ballooned to 17 stone.
 

Monday, 14 September 2015

The Two Sides Of Me


    



Where do I start.... I ask myself this question because my life has been one of ups and downs and twists and turns. I wish it was one on a straight path with a clear purpose and sense of direction but it’s been all the contrary. It’s been a life with goals that appear to be clear but fuzz up and fade as the days and months pass and my mood swings from mania to depression. Yup! I’m bipolar.


Sunday, 13 September 2015

Decay



*Trigger Warning*

My arms are the first thing to go.
On comes the arguing, the digging, the accusations,
On comes the weighing, the fidgeting, the revealing Google searches.
On comes the constant questioning and the contrasted urging.


Wednesday, 9 September 2015

On The Other Side



I am a normal 29 year old girl. I live in North London and have an incredible life. I have an amazing family, complicated in its make up but bolted together by love. I am blessed to be surrounded by talented, clever funny friends and get to do a job that I love every day. I have the freedom to travel, which I do, I like my appearance and I am lucky enough to be financially stable. To top it all off, last week I married the man I have been in love with for the past 12 years in a beautiful ceremony in the south of Spain. And yet… and yet I don’t always find it that easy to feel the happiness I always should. Please don’t get me wrong I always know when I SHOULD feel pure happiness but it’s not always that easy.


Sunday, 6 September 2015

An anxious child

I was always an anxious child, I always seemed to see things from the dangerous perspective and I grew irrational fears of things.  Fears that would lead me to avoid certain situations completely; sleepovers, the cinema, theme parks, phone conversations unless I had a script in front of me or anywhere where anyone could be ill (school during the times where there were plenty of illnesses going around were hell). A lot of these fears I would hide from people because  I was scared they would judge me on having such a limited life.  I truly believed I would grow out of this.