It’s the small wins

"It's not even particularly that I think people hate me. I just cannot be alone. It drives me insane. Had such a nice evening but walk into the house alone and just break down and I don't understand. I need my meds back. This is absolute torture. Agony." I started writing that a couple of…

Vessel

My eyes latch on to you, as I begin
to notice yours. Alive and wide open
to wonder. Stuck within a starry gaze,
one million tiny planets mirrored in
the fresh and newly gleaming galaxies
you hold. I start to feel you float away.

Everything hurts

I've been without meds for nearly a week now due to a royal fuck up with my prescriptions and I thought I was doing okay because they're definitely not the meds I need to be on, but I think the withdrawal is starting to take its effect now. Literally been blinking tears for hours, I…

Losing yourself (and other worries)

One thing I don’t talk about very often, especially because of this blog, is the anxiety that I feel in relation to how my mental illness presents itself to people. As we know, and if you’re reading this I would guess you do, I am happy to be open about my depression and anxiety, alongside…