Mum, moody, messy, manic. Retired musician and aspiring writer.
From dark, sordid, private journaling, this website became my greatest recovery asset for major depression and anxiety, and the eating disorder and self harm behaviours I used to mask them.
I imploded like a smashed egg, and from within I've found a fledgling bird, ready to spread its wings and fly.
I hope within these pages, you find a moment of connection, truth, revelation and understanding. This is my story. Perhaps it's yours too.
Hypervigilance - it's been around forever, of that I have no doubt. But it's not a word I ever heard mentioned in all my many years of formal education. For a more thorough definition, have a look here, but whether or not it's something you personally have experience with, doesn't negate the fact there are a lot of people out there standing on guard, waiting for the next blow to fall. I'm one of those persons. It's a bit unfun. For me personally, it's not related to PTSD - I haven't been subjected to military combat or sexual assault, and for that I'm very grateful. But for one reason or another my nature and nurture cooked up a little concoction that makes me hypervigilant - all the time. What does that mean? It means I'm always on guard.
It's 35 days since I touched down on terra firma. Jet lag's done and dusted, the big adventure receding into once upon a time status, and I'm settled back into normality - taking for granted the luxuries of my pillow, my car, and our pristine drinking water. Yet for most of those 35 days, my mental health has been really shit.