I wanted to write this so anyone who finds the old posts I’ve written can see that these stories can have a happy ending. Being listened to and taken seriously and getting the help you need is undoubtedly an uphill battle, but it is not necessarily going to be your whole life. Someday it could be something you look back on.
Do you ever just sit back and notice yourself?
‘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.
Picture the scene: Mulled wine, a smorgasbord of delicious food, and endless choices of desserts. You’re surrounded by friends and family. The run up to this day, or this string of days, has been fraught with dashes into town to get last minute presents, wrestling with Black Friday website crashes in an effort to get the best gifts for your loved ones. It’s been stressful, but it’s been worth it.
Imagine how difficult that time period is for someone struggling with mental illness.