Your pain is a part of you, it will never leave you. But how you view your pain is negotiable and changing your framework for how you register emotions could be the first step in gaining emotional intelligence.
It's my first foray into the world of volunteering since I was an adolescent. That sounds awful, especially as these days I'm in the dreaded middle age category on drop down menus, but I guess it's better late than never.
I loved being a mum, and was so ready for it, but looking back it feels like I frittered that precious time away. I hated our old flat and we were always out - doing stuff, going places, meeting people. No wonder P was a demanding baby, she was probably over stimulated half the time.
The body takes a beating from constant symptoms, yet most patients I've come across, gallantly fight Parkinson's in silence each day, so it's no wonder our emotions are also affected. We feel bound by a code of honour to put on a brave face, smile when we can, and continue to sound positive to all those around us as this degenerative disease runs its course.
Does depression/anxiety cause addiction, or is it the other way around? I think of Luke, Rick and Bjorn, and the many others I met and became friends with during my stay at New Life, and I wonder, did anyone think to ask them?
We have a health service built on providing even the most vulnerable a chance to receive holistic care and attention. On that lonely night in Cyprus the Crisis Team fulfilled that wonderful and simple ethos created many years ago.
This isn't a lifestyle choice for me, it's not funny and the side effects that it can have on us innocent people can be that of utterly devastating. You are cruel because you have even hospitalised some of us. I hope that I won't ever be one of them.
Like everyone else, I've had bouts of the blues in the past. I've lost people I've loved, I've not got that job I really wanted, I've been unsettled and unsure of myself, but yanno, mostly I've been pretty darned happy with the odd little blip on my emotional landscape.
People tell you that things happen for a reason, often when the situation lacks any reason at all. I've been thinking a lot recently about life and it's challenges. The way I see it is that you live, you love, you often lose but then you continue to find a way to pick up the broken pieces or smooth the edges in order to live again.
We bought the van, we spent the money on repairs, we packed up our goods, we said goodbye to family and we boarded a ferry to France. EEEEK! We've been away for a month now and it's only now that we are getting used to be being around each other 24/7. The first three weeks were HARD! And I mean really HARD!!
It'd be easier to pretend that I'm okay and to stay quiet until things are better but then I'm not sure how that's helpful for anyone because speaking out about mental illness needs to be a true picture, it can't just be telling people about the good days.
I wrote a blog titled "Bipolar I can't 'Keep Calm and Carry On'" now that may seem contradictory to what I am going to say in the rest of this blog bu...
It was the first time that I had visited A&E and not had to wait. I was raced into the medical room on a gurney, electrodes were stuck on my body to check my heart was not about to collapse. Blood tests taken to check my liver was still functioning and calculate exactly just what I had thrown down my throat.
Bipolar makes me hate you, dislike you and it even makes me think that I momentarily never want to speak to you again. I don't hate you really. I don't know why I am like this but I am at times irritable and agitated.
Mental health problems can be so very isolating at times. Last week I was a bit of a social butterfly, catching up with three friends who I've not seen in far too long. Some days it's tricky, there have been times when seeing people has just been really hard and I've avoided certain social situations. This is a message to my friends...
I was terrified when the kidnappers pounced, my family ran screeching into the trees. My mum tried to free me but didn't know how. I wonder where she is now, was she caught too? My greatest hope is that she isn't chained to a post like me.