Anxiety and The Accidental Death Wish

Anxiety and The Accidental Death Wish

When I was around nine years old I read Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through The Looking Glass. In one of these books, I can’t remember which, Humpty Dumpty tells Alice she should pick an age and stick to it. What a great idea, I thought! I’d choose to be twelve as...
We need to talk about Collin*

We need to talk about Collin*

I was recently talking to a friend about depression – we have both suffered with it off and on and they are one of the first people I go to when I’m ‘having a sad’. Talking to them made me think about my own history. I have always tried to be open...
This will pass…

This will pass…

Depression is a bugger, isn’t it? You can be bumbling along, happy as Larry, nary a care in the world when you suddenly stop short. There before you is a huge black hole, sucking all the joy, the fun, the light from your life, leaving you empty and unable to put...
A Wee Black Dog

A Wee Black Dog

I made a quiet promise to myself that I was going to blog once a week this year. I didn’t ‘go public’ with it because that just adds pressure and makes me less likely to do it, just to be awkward. I’m like that. Anyhoo, for a variety of reasons too boring and personal...
The Black Dog and the Virtual World

The Black Dog and the Virtual World

I have written this additional blog post about depression and the power of social media as part of Sane’s Virtual Black Dog campaign. I have had depression off and on for most of my life. It wasn’t diagnosed until just after my daughter was born, 17 years ago, but the...
I’ve been busy, honest…

I’ve been busy, honest…

So, it’s been a while. How have you been? Yes, I know you haven’t heard from me for a while, but I have had my reasons, honest! I’ve been going through a flare up of my fibro and haven’t been firing on all cylinders for a couple of weeks....
You know, it isn’t catching….

You know, it isn’t catching….

In times of old, woman who had a child out of wedlock were often locked up in an asylum; boys with epilepsy were thought to be possessed, as were poor souls who heard voices. They were obviously in league with the devil himself. Ah, olden times: thank God it’s...

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