Back in March I decided to withdraw from my anti depressant. I’d been on it for around theee years; it no longer seemed to be elevating my mood and I am already on lots of other meds for pain/anxiety/minor ailments so thought it was time to prune away excess medication. What followed was a period […]Read More Two different flavours of shit
I was sorry to read today that TV presenter Ant MacPartlin was “going into rehab” after admitting a struggle with depression, alcohol misuse and addiction to prescription drugs. Although McPartlin is in no way my cup of TV tea, I understand that it must have been incredibly hard to have stayed at the top of […]Read More What’s the difference between Ant McPartlin and a civilian? Rehab is not an option for most of us
Are you one of those folk who ‘don’t really understand’ mental health problems? Pull up a chair, my friend.Read More This is how it feels.
I know I am currently suffering from hypomania. It’s not pleasant but one of the funnier effects is lack of inhibitions. This manifested itself in the pub yesterday afternoon. I’d been trying to enjoy a quiet pint but it was marred by a group of about eight young men in suits, slick haircuts, reeking of […]Read More Sticking it to The Man(ic)
Recently, I was unfortunate enough to suffer a period of poor mental health. At my wit’s end, I went to my local Crisis House in North Camden. If you’ve never been in this position, I can tell you I didn’t take the decision lightly. Crisis houses are not fun places to be, and I was […]Read More Camden and Islington Refuse Crisis Care to Vulnerable Adult
I hardly even know where to start on what happened over the last 24 hours. After voluntarily admitting myself to an acute psychiatric ward, I soon realised it was a frightening and unsafe place, with half-naked people screaming, spitting and shouting throughout the whole ward, and staff doing little to stop them. I’ve been on psychiatric […]Read More 24 Hours in Hell
I’m sitting, for the millionth time in a thousand years, in the afternoon, in a pub, on my own. I’m almost certain I’m the only woman who drinks on her own in pubs at any time of day, let alone before the sun’s over the yardarm, but my personal disregard for both male privilege and […]Read More Lament of the lone (female) drinker
As a mental health service user I’m really passionate about having a say in how my services are run. This isn’t entirely altruistic; I’ve been on the receiving end of enough piss-poor services when I’ve been ill that I have a vested interest in improving them, not just in the hope that others won’t have […]Read More Mental Health Activist Angst