As today’s ‘Act Of Brave’ requires a public statement of commitment, I am going to start this post with some selfless promotion. There’s nothing more public than social media right now and as I am all over it, I have put together a handy list of all my profiles that you can FIND HERE. Please come on over and find me on Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Facebook as I will totally appreciate it and maybe even flash you a smile.
And now that’s out-of-the-way, let’s get to the subject at hand huh? Continue reading →
Oh the mind of someone with borderline personality disorder, it never really stops does it? A wiser person than me once described my way of thinking as ‘having a lot of internet tabs open at once’ and you know what, it’s about right. I start things all the time and never quite finish them because there is quite simply, a thousand ideas crammed inside my head. I flick from one thing to the next and nothing has any order or place in reality because although I can spend hours planning wonderful things, they never seem to really go anywhere. I have all the ability to analyse because I spend enough time doing it to other people but I when my mood is low I lack motivation, drive and want to finish anything.
Does Any Of This Sound Familiar? Continue reading →
There is much debate about the use of medication for BPD which I am not prepared to enter into right now. That’s not to say I won’t at some point because I will. I will also no doubt write posts about what medication has (and hasn’t) done for me in terms of body and mind over the years. Right now though, I want to focus on something I am going through and not only that, something I am sure many medication taking sufferers will also have to go through.
The joyous act of changing to and starting a new med. Continue reading →
Stigma surrounding mental health issues is rife. It’s in the media, in the work place, amongst our peers and (most worrying to me) within the mental health system itself. With 1 in 4 people experiencing mental health problems every year it’s scary to think that it’s still a taboo subject to talk about. Silencing yourself when it comes to something you or someone you know is facing becomes isolating and dangerous. It breeds ignorance and prolongs suffering.
But why would you speak up when the Stigma stings so much?