Doubts.

Do you ever just sit back and notice yourself?

Grief, and the art of loss

‘Art comes from a place of expression and it comes when it’s damn well ready.’ A Series of Erraticism on the art of loss and wading through grief.

It’s like Fall Out Boy in 2009 all over again

College, stress, and coping, and an analogy that will stress the feck out of anyone who was a FOB fan back in the day:

I’ve joined a gym….(Flyefit SCR preview and mental wellness thoughts)

Last week I was lucky enough to be offered a preview of the brand new FlyeFit gym on South Circular Road as well as a year’s membership. Naturally I was chuffed, as I had fully planned on getting myself a membership when it opened so myself and my boyfriend could motivate each other in weight loss……

Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to…. rate their responses out of 10.

  An article on TheJournal.ie, written by the wonderful Patrick Kelleher, surfaced on Sunday where my struggle with Borderline Personality Disorder was available for the world to take stock of. He asked to interview me about it following this interview on the mental health budget cuts, and I agreed happily. In the past few months I…… Continue reading Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to…. rate their responses out of 10.

Metapost of posts that appear in other places (so meta)

Headstuff.org: Mental Illness: Body Dysmorphic Disorder Mental Health Reform plea ‘Pretty girls don’t eat’ Eating Disorder Misconceptions Watch your language! – using mental illness terminology correctly A letter to former Minister for Health Leo Varadkar Borderline Personality Disorder Self-diagnosis no-nos Feminism and consent: Consent is sexy Adam Johnson and our culture of victim blaming Free…… Continue reading Metapost of posts that appear in other places (so meta)

‘Your psychiatrist is away till next week. Can you wait a week?’

I was curled in a ball on the stairs. I hadn’t stopped crying for days. Even speaking was difficult because the words weren’t conveying the physical pain I was in at the time. Thinking about it now makes me well up. The emptiness. The anguish. The desire to make it all stop.