The Post-CAB One I will write about yesterday’s gruesome appointment with the Citizens’ Advice Bureau in due course. All the context that is required for this post is that I have added ‘Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder’ as well as clinical depression, BPD, yadda yadda yadda to my DLA form. I was asked why by the [...]
Pandora’s partner, A, discusses her psychotic and dissociative episodes, and how he has curiously found these instances less frustrating than her periods of depression. [...]
I am (barely) recovering, thanks to the chemical assistance of Diazepam, from the worst anxiety attack I’ve suffered in months. One minute I was sitting here minding my own business, the next I could barely breathe. What triggered it? It’s stupid, really. All that happened was that A decided he would clear out two big [...]
Life continues to revolve around being mental; this week I saw both my psychiatrist and, of course, not-for-much-longer-my psychologist (blog to follow on him), and next week it’s my (lovely) GP and, again, not-for-much-longer-my psychologist. Yippee. Joy deep in my heart. Being this mental is a full-time job, you know. Those of you that actually [...]
Just a quick post really (at least by my verbose standards). I’m not sure whether I’m actively seeking advice here or whether this will be rhetorical musing, but I’ll see where my fingers-to-the-keys take me. My mother rang me about 11am this morning, but I was suffering from a (fairly infrequent of late) Seroquel hangover, [...]
The stupid dissociation scales once again featured at the opening of my session with C on Thursday 6 May. After last week advising me that he intended to examine them in detail and discuss them with me at the end of this session, he had then changed his mind, admitting (subtly) that he was perhaps [...]
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 did a bit of acting as a child. If I hadn’t gone doolally as a teenager, or come to weigh 10,000 stone in my adulthood, it would have been the ideal profession; I am very, very good at it, and employ it in nearly all aspects of my normal living. Yesterday, aside from 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 [...]
I don’t know how to start this entry. I just wrote two paragraphs of completely pointless drivel that appears to have been designed to avoid getting to the point. It’s not that I found myself to be particularly upset at any juncture during the session that this post details, but there were so many gruesome [...]
In January this year, I was flabbergasted and thrilled to be a runner-up in Mental Nurse‘s annual TWIM Awards. I never expected in a million years that I’d ever get anything for writing this blog; it had never even crossed my mind. So I was pretty delighted. Since then, I’ve managed to whack up a [...]
…Almost literally? Designed using Wordle. Not the best evening I’ve had. Cannot stop ruminating, as the above probably attests. Alas.
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