This weeks blog comes all the way from the US of A! I’ve come on holiday (or should that be vacation?) and thanks to several factors it’s come in pretty darn cheap – YEE’HAW.
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Breakdown
New Meds
Things haven’t been too great as of late, I’ve been feeling pretty low, sorry for myself and been having some awful thoughts, similar to the early days of my adventure with depression. As a result I booked an appointment with the doctor this week, I was near breaking point. Continue Reading
My First Time
Don’t take the title the wrong way now, these are the sordid details of one of the first points that now I can look back on and say things were not right there! It is odd to think that I knew things were not right on some level, but I ended up in a slump that would become almost a daily routine just over a year later. Continue Reading
Match Day
Well after the hectic nature of the week, from travelling to Manchester and Wales before returning to Surrey, I am absolutely bushed! It’s no wonder that yesterday morning I ended up feeling a bit off, between sheer exhaustion and stressful dealings ordering birthday presents I am less that at my best. Continue Reading
On the edge
You get knocked down, you get up again… just very slowly! The worst part about suffering from depression is that being in a low mood one day can have a knock on effect for the rest of the week, almost like an earthquake has aftershocks. Continue Reading
I’ll be there for you
So I’ve mentioned my girlfriend’s input towards my recovery process quite a lot in this blog, and whilst I may not be completely there just yet, I always know that she is there for me. (Sorry, this could be a fairly vomit inducing post.) Continue Reading
1-sie Direction
During the worst days of my depression I struggled to get up and dressed, so much so that most days I would either be lounging in my pyjamas or ‘onesie’ on the sofa or in my bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, I looked good in my ‘onesie’ but you can only live in a giant baby grow for so long before it starts to stink and become filthy – especially with all the baking I was doing. Continue reading
Call the AA – I’m having a breakdown
During the darkest throes of my depression I swung from extreme lows to manic highs. There were numerous occasions where I would spin around in the shower making siren sounds and claiming to be a helicopter, or simply singing at the top of my lungs – and anybody who has heard me sing really knows this isn’t the greatest thing! Continue reading
Ctrl+Alt+Mad 