I find it so hard to trust – to trust doctors and even to trust myself. I’m not sure which of these came first. I understand that my long-term difficulties in working with doctors stem from the first four years of my illness when they didn’t believe me. It was
Hello Dear Ones, Alienation feels okay, until it isn’t. I walk in a half world: on the outside, looking in. I want to speak, to tell someone what it’s like. It seems I only get to this place when depression has yanked the floor out from under my feet. It’s
It’s been less than two days since my counsellor and Mrs Blackbird both agreed that I need to take a month’s stress leave to buffer my depression, but I already feel like the ice beneath the fine powder of yesterday’s first snow – cracking. Having to take ‘stress leave’ is