I'm not sure why I felt like revisiting my teenage, (and younger) years today. It's not like I have particularly fond memories of them like most people do. My years spent growing up in Surrey were mediocre at best. I was physically and mentally bullied for pretty much the entire amount of time I spent in education, which lead to self-loathing, lonliness and the early onset of depression.
Last week, it was decided with my GP that I am to be referred back to the Wiltshire & Avon Mental Health Partnership to be psychologically assessed for suspected Bipolar disorder. Today, I stood on the top floor of Cabot's Circus in Bristol city centre and looked over the edge with one thought in my… Continue reading Unloading
I've hit a massive low over the past few days, and I knew it was coming. I have this strange ability to sense when my mind is about to crash out on me, but yet I just carried on as normal and ignored the warning signs until it was too late. And so the crash… Continue reading Low
Life, in many ways is a bit like a soap opera. There are lots of different storylines playing out at any different time, there are multiple recurring locations that become the main focus of all the action in the aforementioned storylines; Typically a house or houses, the local shop, the pub that everyone drinks in,… Continue reading Life. The greatest drama of them all.
I've been feeling low over the past couple of days. No, let me re-phrase that. I've been feeling rock-bottom over the past couple of days. So much so that I am in a constant battle with my own mind. The part of my mind that just doesn't give a fuck about me or anyone else… Continue reading 27th March 2019
Apologies for the lack of blog posts over the past week. I've kind of gone from posting 5 days a week to posting absolutely nothing. It has been a particularly trying week though this week. My partner had to be admitted to hospital for yet another operation on Tuesday so my focus has really been… Continue reading Making progress, slowly.