When I was younger, I had a large amount of bereavement at quite a young age. Each year from when I was aged 11-14, I had a family member pass away (one a year for four years). This really has affected me greatly in the years following and I would love to help others with... Continue Reading →
What is therapy really like?
As I am soon to start my third course of therapy, I want to discuss what the experience of therapy is really like (I will give you a hint- you don't lie down in a chair with a doctor asking you lots of questions). Is it easy? Definitely not! Like anything involved with mental illness... Continue Reading →
Why I’m not ashamed of my mental illness
I'm 18 years old. I have been diagnosed with anxiety, depression and PTSD. The world around me suggests that my illness is something that I should be ashamed of- but I'm not. My mental illness does definitely have the ability to control me but it does not stop me from being a normal person underneath... Continue Reading →
my life with mental illness 