Keep It Bottled Up

A problem shared is a problem halved, right? I didn’t even get to share my problem. I started telling my mother about a particular dilemma I have and she didn’t react as I wanted her to so I got upset and froze her out. The tension built. She apologised and told me to continue. I […]


I love my psychiatrist again. I’ll make it very clear that I don’t mean Dippy, my psychologist. My psychiatrist is the one who gives me meds. I don’t know why but today she really seemed to care about me and really seemed to listen. The only downside is that she is very concerned about me […]

Distraction and the man on the train

I am writing to try to distract myself from thoughts of self-harm and some really wacky intrusive thoughts. I don’t want to write about what’s going on now so instead I will write about the man that I imagined on the train the other day. Firstly though, do other people do this? I call it, […]

Snapping Turtle: After My Appointment With My Psychologist

I was sort of honest with Dippy. I even told her about my self-harm and intrusive thoughts. She didn’t have much to say about that. She kept asking me questions like, “Have you seen anyone lately?” and “Have you been leaving your place much?” I kept saying, “I don’t know”, “I’m not sure” or ” […]

Who You Gonna Call?

Not Ghostbusters, that’s for sure. They’d probably try to vacuum me up with their ghost sucker. Dear Mental Health Team who abandoned me, Yes, I am sticking with abandonment. It felt like that at the time and it still does months later. I understand that you don’t have the money resources to help everyone. I […]