One girl's battle with life
Some people swear by oil of Olay, some people swear by John Freda or bedhead or pantene or clinique or whatever the latest fashion for hair and face creams is. I swear by the basics: A bar of soap. Any kind really. I'm currently sporting Palmolive which is 99p for 4 bars in tesco.… Continue reading Beauty products
My dad is moving into a different house and getting married. This shouldn't really effect me too much as I left home 10 years ago not long after my parents divorce. In that 10 years, I've gone back to live with my dad a handful of times for about 2-3 months a piece. But… Continue reading Endings
So we go camping. And when I say we, it's me and my partner and a couple who are our friends. Only we've gone to a campsite where we have been told horrific things happen. There is some suggestion that we have been there before and seen these horrific things happen but survived. (Why… Continue reading Camping dream
High as a kite, low as a fox, as pure as a new born baby. Do I breathe? Do I not? I bounced in the door this evening. After a difficult attempt to sleep last night and an early alarm call to make sure I had time to wake up. After a longer than… Continue reading It’s only Monday
Every now and then (might be daily occurrence I'm not sure) I get this wonderful feeling of nothing. I don't care I don't know I don't feel I don't remember I don't worry I don't get anxious I love this feeling. It's euphoric. Now I know why people take heroin. If I had a… Continue reading Nothing
I struggle to sleep at times. It's annoying. I find going to one of my happy places helps. I wish my happy place was a beautiful beach in the sun with cocktails on tap and happy music. My happy place revolves around the rain. It could be raining in a number of places. But it… Continue reading The Happy Place
I'm elated. I hardly sleep at the moment. I know the moment i write this i will stop. I have realised that blogging about my mental health is my version of talking therapy. I get it all out of my system, all the feelings, gone. Then I'm back to a sort of hiatus between high… Continue reading The Highs…
Frustration. I spent months being told by a parent that my behaviour management techniques are not appropriate (standard stuff, keeping children in at break-time etc). My head backed me up but suggests finding other ways of dealing with behaviour so that the parents feel they are being heard. I ask for some suggestions. I am… Continue reading Frustration
This isn't the start. I'm starting part way through a life that always seems to be different to reality. This also isn't some fantastic epiphany. I just felt I should write it down. Maybe this is an outlet that is right for me at this time. So let's start. A brief back story. I'm… Continue reading Beginnings
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