I'm very open about my experiences with mental health, certainly to those around me but also on a public level. I write and blog about my recovery, and I stand up for what I believe is right, especially when it comes to breaking down mental health stigma.
My impression was that New Zealand is a virgin, not yet corrupted by greed and ruthless competition. People here are sweet, not aggressive. Even the birds are friendly. There have never been any predators so even the robins come up and stare at you with absolutely no fear; practically feeding you crumbs
(photo credit: http://www.healthyvalleys.org.uk) According to The Sunday Times yesterday Britain's top private schools are facing a mental health cr...
If one day I am blessed with a child, I will teach them that there is unique inherent beauty in every single skin colour. That beauty is not confined to complexion, just as their worth is never confined to their physicalities, nor their race or gender.
The main narrative associated with depression is the dark, dangerous turmoil that washes over you. It's a rightful narrative because it is a destructive sensation and depression leaves you teetering on the brink of life and death. To be clear, depression can leave you with very black and white options in your mind: live or die. It can be that terrifyingly simple.
Many sufferers do not have the vocabulary to adequately describe their personal hell experience of Depression or to shine a bright light onto that despairing darkness and verbalise what they see and feel. Sometimes words are just not enough.
There is no simple answer to what depression feels like as symptoms often vary in severity from person-to person. However for me, I became aware that my mood was sinking lower and lower and I began to struggle to cope with the academic pressure I was faced with...
Last week I published a post titled: Mental Illness Doesn't Make You Any Less Human - don't be afraid to speak up - I was taken aback by the response ...
The issue for me wasn't necessarily the opening of the wounds, instead the fact that the one hour a week sessions didn't give me sufficient enough time to allow those wounds to be closed and healed again.
Often, everything in life seems very complicated, and anxiety can cause us to over-complicate matters in our own minds. But when it comes to the very darkest moments in our lives, it all boils down to a single choice: To keep going or not.
My miscarriages remain unexplained. It could be bad luck. It could be a chromosomal issue. We might never know. And that for me is the worst development. I know, it is ridiculous to want something to be wrong. But I wanted there to be something wrong with me so that there was a reason for the miscarriages.
That's the thing, isn't it? It's one thing to moan about the selfish bridge jumper when you're at the back of a three mile pile-up, but it's another thing when you have felt the very vehicle you are sitting in steamroller over flesh and bones.
I suffer from Endometriosis. For those of you who don't know what that means it is usually a very painful and debilitating illness that affects over 1.5 million women in the UK alone, caused by the endometrial lining in the uterus migrating and growing elsewhere in the body.
I also think it's time to acknowledge the ever-growing body of passionate and determined bloggers who are sharing their stories of mental health related issues. Reading the stories of people who have experienced mental illness allows others to realise that mental illness doesn't make you any less human.
His values in the long term turned out to be incredibly important - not just for him as an individual but for society as a whole. The transgression of this value on a global scale had possibly played a significant role in triggering one of the worst financial crises of the last century.
(Photo of Simon Rakoff courtesy of Alex Urosevic) Like so many other people on the planet, I grew up in an environment that was loaded with abuse a...