This time last weekend, two nurses from the Crisis Team sat in my parents living room, clad head to toe in PPE. They were asking me questions about how suicidal I was feeling, and trying to dissuade me from believing that the best place for me to be was in the hospital. I smiled (sadly)… Continue reading I Don’t Know How To Talk About This But I’ll Try Anyway
Tag: Mental Health
Good Things That Have Happened This Week
New Boots Anyone who knows me well will know that, for the past decade, I've been wearing French Ranger boots. I've walked my way through several pairs, only getting rid when the soles have worn through. I've always bought them from the same place without a problem, but for some reason last year, I thought… Continue reading Good Things That Have Happened This Week
Depression : When I Can’t Find The Words
How I Know I’m In Recovery From Depression
It's Easier To Get Up In The Morning When I was in the depth of my depression, waking up in the morning was the very worst part of the day. I lost count of the number of times that I woke up and muttered "for fuck's sake," because I was still alive. Physically, it felt… Continue reading How I Know I’m In Recovery From Depression
Finding Light In The Blackout
My creative output for the past several months has been pretty much nonexistent. Even as I type this, I worry that I won't be able to convey exactly just how fucking difficult it's been - and still is - because my brain is all fog and no substance. But I'm better than I was a… Continue reading Finding Light In The Blackout
I’ve Lost My Anchor
'Don't bother, you stupid fuck, nobody gives a shit whether they hear from you or not.' That's what depression is telling me as I write this from my bed. But I'm pressing on regardless. It's been over four months since I started feeling depressed, only this time has been worse than any of the other… Continue reading I’ve Lost My Anchor
Quotes Of The Depressed
It's been...a day. I wanted to write to you about several things today; a fountain pen, a poppet made of human hair the Finnish folk/black metal project Wyrd. But my trusted words failed me and left me spending much of the afternoon coiled around my pillow blasting myself with rays from my light therapy lamp.… Continue reading Quotes Of The Depressed
Art Of The Depressed
I've been wanting to write to you and write to you and write to you until my fingers are bloody and my heart is full, because that is what I do, that is why I'm here. But I can only manage a few words today. You see, I'm on a different sort of medication now… Continue reading Art Of The Depressed
I’m Not Ok
I'm quietly freaking out at the moment. I'm sick, sick to death of coming to the end of each day and asking myself, 'well, what was that for?' I've reduced my sertraline over the past two weeks, and while the fog has dispersed slightly, I'm still struggling to feel, I'm struggling to create, I'm struggling… Continue reading I’m Not Ok
Wyrd Words Book Club : My Heart Is A Forest PDF
For anyone who would like to read my poetry collection My Heart Is A Forest and support my work, PDF copies are available at my Etsy store for just £1! A father kills an elusive pale fox and pays for the death with his sanity. The Barghest, Black Annis and other dark creatures of British… Continue reading Wyrd Words Book Club : My Heart Is A Forest PDF
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 