So October kind of sucked. Sure, I went to Leicester for Diwali and to see Phil and a few friends, and I spent a weekend in Edinburgh, but overall it wasn’t a good month. Continue reading “Let’s Not Finish The Year On A Low…”
I feel the urge to correct people’s spelling, especially when they use incorrect homophones.
The volume on my radio has to be set to particular numbers: 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10, 13, 15, 17, 18, 20, etc.
I take odd (the first, third, etc) steps using my left foot, and even steps with my right foot.
I’m admittedly a perfectionist, and will often do things over and over again if I’m not happy with the outcome.
But I do not have OCD.
How I came to have seven pet rats and why I think they’re the best therapy animals.
So I have seven rats.
I know that probably sounds really weird to a few people, but my rats are truly the best pets I could ask for. Continue reading “Meet My Therapy Animals: RATS!”
I hate it when people tell me to “do something to take your mind off it” when I talk about my down moments. However, as frustrating as it is, those people are right. Unlike those people who offer their closed-minded “advice” and opinions…
Becoming so engrossed in a hobby to the point that I can escape the deep, dark pit within me has often helped me manage my depression. Yes, I still struggle with my mental health, but more often than not it helps to do something.
Crafts are a fantastic way to escape the claws of depression. Continue reading “6 Ways Crafts Can Help With Managing Depression”
Depression is an non-discriminatory mental illness that affects 1 in 6 people in the UK alone. Despite this, there are still people out there who still just don’t get that depression isn’t just a moment of feeling a bit sad. These people often try to spread their ignorance onto sufferers in an attempt to get them to “get over it”.
This isn’t necessarily done in a malicious way, but it can be frustrating and make the sufferer feel even more alone than before.
For a long time I have felt as though I am getting more and more stupid. I can’t think as quickly as I used to. I struggle to think of what I’m trying to say to people. I’m also extremely forgetful and my attention fades in and out, no matter how interested I am. I almost feel as though I’m a child again. Maybe I even act like a child more; I’m not too sure. But since being diagnosed with depression six years ago, it’s very clear that my mental capacity has taken a nosedive.
Why? Because depression shrinks the brain.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD for short, is a type of anxiety disorder caused by a singular (or series of) traumatic events. The sufferer often relives these events through nightmares and flashbacks, which can lead to the sufferer feeling isolated and tormented.
Although military combat is the main traumatic event associated with PTSD, there are a number of other situations that can cause it. These include serious accidents; physical or sexual abuse or assault; being held hostage; witnessing violence or abuse; or experiencing a natural disaster. The symptoms can come about straight after the event, or quietly fester and traumatise its victim several years later.
So you guys know that I’ve been battling depression for a while.
You may also know that I am currently in my longest ever relationship.
Two and a half years may not seem like a big deal to some people, but it is for me. My past relationships (if you can even truly class my couple of high school tonsil-tickles relationships) lasted a maximum of about three months before I became bored and broke up with them. I’m pretty certain my exes thought I was a heartless bitch and perhaps I was. I was too self-centred for a relationship and it’s something I still struggle with. After all, if you don’t look after yourself, who the hell will?
Have you ever felt suddenly so anxious and fearful that you find it difficult to breathe?
Have you ever felt this way for no apparent reason whatsoever?
Panic disorder sufferers experience recurring panic attacks, but have no idea why. Although it is not yet known what causes panic disorder in people, it is estimated that 2.7% of the population will experience it at some point in their lives. If left untreated, panic disorder can get worse and manifest in the form of obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) and phobias.
Last Thursday I had an assessment/interview in London for a modelling agency. I passed the assessment, however it turned out to not be what I was looking for and I had to decline their offer.
However I can’t say it was a waste of my time or money because I met a wonderfully wise young woman.
Our assessment slots were at the same time so we got chatting. She was at the agency with her 5-year-old son; she wanted him to grow up to be confident in himself and therefore took him for some modelling. She actually did some modelling herself to pay her tuition fees when she was studying Medicine at university in Pakistan.
Somehow our conversation moved to how we both love writing and I mentioned my blog. I told her about my struggles with depression, and in turn she offered her own story with postpartum depression. That’s when she told me a fantastic self help tip.