How not to kill yourself – one bucket list item at a time
Trigger warning: I’m going to tell you about the antecedents to my first stay in residential psychiatric care. Inevitably (for me) this involves some fairly in-depth description of planning my suicide. So, if you think in any way that this is going to be triggering for you, just give it a miss. Please? For me?... Continue Reading →
I do love a good pun. D.I.D, as I have mentioned before, stands for Dissociative Identity Disorder. It’s been a bit of a feature for me over the last couple of weeks. Upon contemplation, I have decided that it sucks. However (always looking for the positives), it is about a billionty times better than clinical... Continue Reading →
Gosh, it’s nice not being depressed. It happened in the course of about half an hour the other evening and has been holding strong (barring a few hours this afternoon - a blip, I hope - thank you A~ for listening to me and picking me back up) for 4 days now (everyone touch wood,... Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago my friend D~, looking genuinely upset, said that he ‘wanted the old Caroline back’. That one has really stuck with me. It hurt, almost a physical sensation of being stabbed in the chest, not because I think he shouldn’t have said it, but because I agree with him. The problem... Continue Reading →
Trigger warning: The opinions expressed in this post are from the point of view of someone who is suicidal and therefore may not be rational. If you think you may be triggered by this, please don’t read on. It’s mostly inane drivel anyway. Go and do something else instead. Seriously. Anything. Cut your toenails or... Continue Reading →
So, I didn’t write a blog post last week. It was a bit of a tough week, one way and another, so I just …. didn’t. Anyway, I'm back to full ranting power this week, so… Over the last few days, I have been experiencing rapid mood cycling. It is an utterly ridiculous and exhausting... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine commented that she couldn’t really hear my voice in my post about receiving my diagnosis (Diagnosis & a Donut). I don’t mind at all that she said this, I think she is right. So, I got to pondering why that was. Perhaps I should have ‘fessed up at the time of... Continue Reading →
The theme of DBT (Dialectical Behavioural Therapy) this week is radical acceptance. I have to think of examples of things that have happened/are happening that I find difficult and carry out exercises to achieve acceptance. In part, this involves using particular postures and facial expressions, so it has the added bonus of making me look... Continue Reading →
I'm not writing this week - this week my amazing, courageous and resilient best friend is writing a guest spot......... I have been thinking about writing a guest blog for X for some time now but it was her “Diagnosis and a donut” post that really sparked off my internal responses. It was the lines... Continue Reading →
Someone once told me that the traits we dislike most in others are those that we hate or fear in ourselves. Ouch. I think they are right though. There aren’t many people I don’t like, but I’ve met a few in the mental health system, and I suspect they are the ones with diagnoses closest... Continue Reading →
101 ways to stay alive 