Dear you, We’ve known each other a while now. More than a while, more than a decade. You might be my oldest friend if that’s not too strange to say. You know me so well. When I’m bored. When I’m busy. When I’m scared. When I’m safe. When I’m not. You know how to choose…… Continue reading A Letter to My Trichotillomania // BFRB Awareness Week 2018
A few years ago, I filled out by birth date details into a “numerology calculator” that would, supposedly, tell me all about my personality and the state of my life from these, actually pointless, numbers. Of course, if you’re into numerology, I mean no harm or offence. However, this website was barely functional, and frankly, …… Continue reading Do I Really Want Out of My Disorder?
As I sit in the general practitioner’s room, I scratch at the frayed material of the seat beneath me and hear my heartbeat in my ears as I wait to finally, finally be fixed. The mental health consultant I’m seeing has been assigned to me through a series of phone calls, appointments, and waiting lists.…… Continue reading My Doctor Had to Google My Disorder (or ‘Why Having Trichotillomania Sucks’)
Meditation is supposed to be this be-all and end-all for living your best life. At least that’s what I’ve heard, anyway. But for a lot of us, we don’t have the time, the patience, or the mindset for that crap. It sounds like a lot of hooey, all that sitting around, legs crossed, breathing deeply…… Continue reading 5 Alternative Ways to Meditate for the Unmotivated
Throughout the month of May in 2017, there were a number of things I did to try and get my head out of the metaphorical mind-gutter. Both internal and external, both things that affected me and also affected those around me, but all in all this change was good.
As most of those around me know, I’m having quite a hard time as of late. I’m finding it fairly difficult to do the life thing, as it were. Getting up, going out, getting my head around the fact that living is something I have to do, is actually quite hard. And if you’ve been…… Continue reading 6 Suprising Side Effects of Depression
It’s my birthday!! Shower me with gifts and love! Love me! Kidding. But yeah, I’m 19 today (scary Mary), and I feel old. Like, I know I’m not old. I’m actually very young. I’ve loads of living left to do. But, like every other entitled and narcissistic millenial, I feel like I have a wealth of…… Continue reading 19 Things I’ve Learned at 19