6 Ways Crafts Can Help With Managing Depression

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”

Reflective Friday: College, Argon, and Crochet Squares

I started back at college this week.

I didn’t want to go back to the college I was for the past two years; however, after a discussion about it with my mum and Phil, I decided a degree in Aerospace Engineering was what I really wanted. And unless I wanted to move away again, I had to go back.

My first day appeared to try and prove that I had made the wrong choice. Continue reading “Reflective Friday: College, Argon, and Crochet Squares”

Oops! I was in Pembrokeshire.

So last week was not a good week. My brain wasn’t functioning correctly, I couldn’t focus, and I didn’t finish anything I started. I also quit my job, got my dates mixed up for my MIG welding class and accidentally missed the induction. A huge boulder was crippling me, and I felt like a bitter disappointment, like everyone must hate me.

That’s a large reason why there were no blog posts last week; life was really just getting on top of me.

Back in April, my mum and I had booked to go to Pembrokeshire, Wales, for a long weekend. I had completely forgotten about it until a few days before we went, so it was quite a surprise for this little noggin. But off we went on the Friday for three nights. Continue reading “Oops! I was in Pembrokeshire.”

Reflective Friday: My six month plan

Reflective Friday Self Help Six Month Improvement PlanThis month I have decided to pen a set of goals to be achieved within the next six months. As you may have read from some of my previous posts such as It’s okay to ask for help, I have been drowning a little in my self-made world of destruction. And after my post 7 Things People Suffering With Depression Are Sick Of Hearing was featured by Time to Change, I received a lot of comments on how relatable the content was. However, there was only one comment that stood out to me. The commenter received a lot of hate for what they wrote, reiterating that depression isn’t a choice and saying some rather cruel stuff. But what they had said was true.

I wish I could remember word for word what the person had written, but unfortunately the comment was deleted. Basically they said that it was all fine talking about depression and how people don’t understand, but that doesn’t solve the question of what you’re going to do about it. The commenter wasn’t saying that depression is a choice. The choice is whether or not you find the strength to declare war on that depression. Sometimes you can, sometimes you can’t, but you can choose to try and do something about it. Continue reading “Reflective Friday: My six month plan”

7 Things That People Suffering With Depression Are Sick Of Hearing

7 Things That People Suffering With Depression Are Sick Of HearingDepression 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.

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Depression is Shrinking My Brain

Depression Shrinks the BrainFor 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.

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