I deal with a set of symptoms representing the diagnoses of BPD, C-PTSD, clinical depression and social anxiety on a daily basis. I fall victim to the nefarious antagonists of psychotic and dissociative episodes with more frequency than I would care for (although I must hat-tip the efficacy of Seroquel in decreasing the former, having [...]
Over the weekend and today I’ve been cracking up completely (yeah, I know, <insert standard comment about it ‘being a bit late for that’ here>), and losing pieces of what fragile sanity I have left little by little. I posted the other day about how ‘They’ were plaguing me with their bile mantras emphasising my [...]
I hath returned, good readers! I hope this post finds you well and contented. “Well and contented” would be a laughably optimistic description of my current physical and mental status, at least in some ways – but we’ll start with the good things, shall we? I’ve had the pleasure these last few days of connecting [...]
Protected: Things I Know That I Should Not Know
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I often get the impression that my mother relives her experiences of domestic violence at the hands of my father vicariously through me. I don’t mean that in the sense that she necessarily has visions of me knocking seven bells out of her, or that she sees my face when she recalls violent incidents, but [...]
In response to this. See also this update. I have corrected a few minors errors in the author’s writing and have, as you will see, provided (italicised) annotated notes of the most rational and considered variety. *cough* — Dear Pandora Advocacy in Accessing Mental Health Services Thank you for your letter dated 17 December 2009 [...]
So. After the misery of January and the earlier part of this month, I had thought that things were beginning to find more of an even keel. That perhaps the Quetiapine / Venlafaxine ( / psychotherapy?) combination might be starting to yield some results. My motivation is still shockingly low, but my mood is higher [...]
Thanks, anti-psychotics. You’re doing a fabulous job. I’m still actively suicidal, fighting every second not to give in to my overwhelming desire to top myself, and now, as well as hearing ‘They’, I’m seeing fucking gnomes walking down the street, and strange shapes floating past my direct vision. The gnome ignored me, like. It just [...]
In the last few days the title of this blog has become something of a misnomer. Ha – no, I’m hugely playing it down in saying that – it is a complete misnomer. I am not anything even remotely approaching an insomniac. I am afflicted with a severe case of hypersomnia, sleeping as I have [...]
Protected: Rant – Advice for a Spoilt Brat Appreciated
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If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen the other day that I had asked the Twitterverse how difficult it was to change one’s name by deed poll (it turns out that it’s actually very easy, if logistically something of a pain in the arse). I have been thinking about changing my surname [...]
Wasn’t it 1992 that the Queen said was her annus horribilis? Well, let’s fast forward 17 years to now, New Year’s Eve, 2009. This year has turned out to be the annus horribilis of your humble narrator – mostly. I’ve been on the brink of sectioning on a number of occasions, the brink of suicide [...]
I feel I should say a few more words in addition to the last post. Firstly, thank you all for your concern – to those that commented here, contacted me through Twitter or indeed those that contacted me directly. I am OK, and all the better for your concern, for which I am extremely grateful. [...]
…has been fucking awful. I had a complete psychotic break on Christmas Night after the stress of engaging with the MMcFs (and in particular Paedo) all day and heard ‘They’ telling me to kill Marcus. Obvioulsly I didn’t. I also told A, apparently believing completely, that ScumFan was a drug-dealer (he’s not) and that A [...]
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