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Generalised anxiety disorder can be debilitating. Or not there at all. You just never know.
I lived with low levels of depression most of my life. Which then exploded into full blown major depressive disorder. Here I explore the results.
Five decades of disordered eating – full force bulimia nervosa, anorexic tendencies and binge eating episodes. I’ve dipped my fingers in all the pies.
Rarely discussed in polite conversation, self harm is an unfortunate reality for many people. This is my personal experience of sinking to some dark depths.
Seven little letters nobody wants to talk about. A conversation we all need to have. My experiences with a lifetime of chronic suicidal ideation.
Crisis & Support
I have doggedly sought recovery for a long time. These are my tales of searching for hope and desperately trying to recover – again and again and again.
Going to hospital for physical maladies always seems a no-brainer, yet making the decision for a severe psychiatric affliction is paralysing. The stigma. The shame. But man – it was worth it.
My responses to a variety of challenges from The Mighty – a well known and well respected mental health advocacy platform.
I’ve had migraines my entire life. They’re usually well controlled these days, but occasionally they flare up and drive me to the brink of insanity.
Restless Legs Syndrome
Restless Legs Syndrome may sound benign and irritating, but I have it bad. It won’t kill me but there are days I wish it would. This is my experience of RLS.
Without hope, there’s no recovery. It’s the foundation upon which recovery is built. It can feel like a shaky bowl of warm jelly slipping through your fingers.
After having a nervous breakdown, losing my identity, and a stereotypical midlife crisis, these are my soul searching stories for the woman I was and want to be.
The People You Meet
People have made me and people have broken me. Everyone has a story to tell and if I had the time, I’d tell everyone’s story. Here I share a sample or two.
The Places You Go
We’re shaped as much by the places we’ve been as the people we’ve seen. I share the highs and lows of all those places and the connections we make there.
Words of Wisdom
Writing has slowly become my strongest means of expressing myself. When the spoken word fails me, the written word speaks for me. Here I can be myself.
I’m not a poet. But every now and then I feel an intense need for poetic expression. I share them with you here.
Lifetime of Struggle
Catharsis of Writing
Readers Don’t Want
Never Give Up
What this picture says
Heart Open Please Enter
How You Can Help
Research into Dementia
Collaboration in Vietnam
Building Nears Completion
All About Me
Who Am I?
Without connections to other humans, we wither and die. Recovery requires exploring connections to the physical world, to our relationships, and to ourselves.
Music shaped my world since I was in utero. I’m no longer a professional flautist or teacher, but music will always be a core part of my soul. I am a musician.
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