Making a decision

Last Friday I made a decision. Well, if truth be told I made quite a few decisions last Friday but this one decision in particular was one that I had been mulling over for rather a long time. So much so that I had already made this decision multiple times prior to Friday, each time… Continue reading Making a decision


Why there is no shame in admitting you need help

Crying out for help is possibly one of the first things that we learn to do as human beings. Think about it. From that initial moment when we first emerged into this world as a baby the chances are we started bawling our eyes out. The reason being that as somebody who's only a few… Continue reading Why there is no shame in admitting you need help


Strange. Ridiculous. Unbearable.

A bit of a strange day today. I'm feeling somewhat sleep deprived I think. I guess that serves me right for staying up to a ridiculous hour, (1:00am) to listen to a radio show and then having to get up at the crack of dawn to play chauffeur to my partner because I happened to… Continue reading Strange. Ridiculous. Unbearable.


Debunking the misconceptions

With Mental Health Awareness Week drawing to a close in the UK I thought I would round off this week of blogging by putting to rights some of the most common misconceptions that surround those who suffer with depression and other mental illnesses. 1. We are just feeling sad or sorry for ourselves So this… Continue reading Debunking the misconceptions

Blogs, mental health

Blogging by the beach: The Mental Health Minute

I’ve taken myself off to Clevedon today as we’ve seemingly been blessed with a few days of decent weather at last. It’s a place that I only discovered because of my friend Steve and his habit of coming here to photograph the frankly stunning sunset. As coastal towns go it’s got the basics covered. There’s… Continue reading Blogging by the beach: The Mental Health Minute


The first time I considered taking my own life

When I think back and try to work out why I've ended up suffering with the illness that I do - and how, at the ripe old age of 38 I've ended up signed off  from work long-term and dosed up on a cocktail of anti-depressants and anti-psychotics just to keep me unscathed and alive… Continue reading The first time I considered taking my own life