I had fully intended to write 23 blog posts. FULLY. It just never happened, for a variety of reasons. Finishing up college for term took it out of me more than I thought it would, and I’ve been catching up on sleep and generally relaxing as best as I could. This particular post is about gratitude.
The CSI Effect and how it impacts the way we view murderers in the media…
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.
I read this heartbreaking post by Teen Librarian Toolbox and it got me thinking (let’s face it; everything and anything gets me thinking) about the lack of mainstream knowledge there seems to be around the concepts of sympathy and empathy. The post was about the author’s daughter and the struggles she faced with being ‘too sensitive’. As a ‘too sensitive’ person, the subject of the post really resonated with me.
This morning I read something that made me feel so sick I literally had to up and get out of the house for half an hour. It was a poem about self-harm, where the basic message of it was ‘rather than cutting or hurting yourself, just do something else instead’.
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.
I had a little thought about motivation. Only a little one. But it inspired me enough to try make sense of it. Some of you may be aware that I have spent the last 5 weeks in St. Pats with a mental illness – something I may feel ready to discuss in detail, and in its entirety, with the world someday. I’ve spoken of elements of it before – depression and anxiety, and the onset of Seasonal Affective Disorder – but the whole story I may save for another day.