How I ended up in psychiatric care (the first time around)

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 went to Wales, oh yes I D.I.D.

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 →

And…. I’m back in the room

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 →

Schrödinger’s car

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 →

Diagnosis and a donut

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 →

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