Antidepressants: Yes or No?

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Today is going to be a very frank chat about my personal view on antidepressants. I understand that opinions vary wildly on this subject, so I’m just going to throw my 2 cents into the mix. For many people, taking antidepressants/other medication for mental health is an extremely private affair, which I totally respect. However, if you feel comfortable talking about your own experiences, please go right ahead as I would love to hear your thoughts! This is a judgement-free zone. Continue reading

Return of the Dread-i

(I’m so sorry. That was terrible. Take as long as you need to cringe, I’ll just wait here).

Ok, all done? I can’t believe you stayed. Give yourself a round of applause for being so tolerant of my awful humor. You are truly a saint. So anyway, why have I chosen THE worst pun in the history of terrible puns as today’s title? Because the worst day of the year is swiftly approaching, and my dread is gurgling more noisily in my chest with every passing day.

May 28th. My birthday.

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Astoundingly detailed artwork by yours truly. Just call me Fran Gogh.

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The Fault In Our Scars

13115613_10153966670146154_1795868006_nToday’s daily prompt, Scars, has come at the perfect time for me. I’ve been worrying a lot lately that my writing takes mental health troubles too lightly. That people may resent me for trying to make my posts more cheerful than they should be. A very vain and insecure part of me also worries that people won’t believe me when I say I’m depressed, because I can never seem to convey it in my writing. With that in mind, I feel compelled to explain why I choose to keep a lighthearted feel to my blog, even while discussing something as big and black and slow and soul-destroying as depression. I want to talk a little about the thousands of scars, visible and invisible, that cover my body and yours. I want to talk about what those scars mean to me. Continue reading

Tiny, Mighty Me (and you! Yes, you!)

 

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Feeling tiny? This guy gets it.

Hello again my dears!

I hope you won’t see the title of this post and think I’m about to have a rant about how wonderful I am. On the contrary, today’s mutterings are brought to a screen near you by the overwhelming sense that I am of no use to anyone.

I know how whiny that sounds. I’m cringing just looking at it…

Poor, delicate little me! My existence as a healthy, white, straight, educated, financially supported young woman is so awfully burdensome!  Continue reading

Stubbornness and Sunsets

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Snapshot of my evening wander

Today was a bad day. It started with a nightmare about a Roman emperor making arrangements to suspend me, Han Solo-style, in a wall of clay opposite his throne. While I commend his tasteful interior decorating choices (I mean, who doesn’t love a feature wall), I was not entirely thrilled when I woke up and things just sort of went downhill from there. Continue reading

Mindfulness 101: When “Think Happy Thoughts” Isn’t Enough

(…no offence Peter Pan!)

**Disclaimer: Just want to begin this post by saying I am in no way a medical professional, and everyone is different in how they respond to things. This is just a discussion about something I have found to be useful, in the hope it may benefit others too**

12656091_10153759806296154_1029775052_oHey guys!

As you will know if you’ve been reading my previous posts, my blog is about mental health. I have struggled with depression and anxiety for a long time, and have tried many different techniques for coping with these issues.
I am currently taking an antidepressant called Mirtazapine which is proving to be quite effective, but in my experience it is very important not to rely on antidepressants alone to do the job – they need support from cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT) to achieve the best possible result. Today I want to share with you the single most useful cognitive strategy I have come across, which I am currently trying to master:

mindfulness.

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A Travel Guide for the Teary-Eyed: 4 Things I Learned While Travelling With Depression

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As I mentioned in my first post, I was recently in Europe. In case you are not aware, New Zealand is rather far away from… well, anywhere, so most of us Kiwi folk are hard-wired to want to travel the world. In July 2015, after working three jobs to save up the airfare, I set off for London, with a two-year work visa in my hand and a spring in my step. Continue reading

“You Seem Fine To Me”: Why I Blog In Secret

While I have no qualms about sharing all the grim details of my mental health here, I am yet to tell a single person I know that this blog exists. When someone enters the room, I hurriedly minimise the WordPress window and pretend to be checking emails. I haven’t put a picture of myself in the “About Me” section for fear someone I know will come across this blog and expose me. The people who most need to know my secret are the people I conceal it from. Why is this the case? Continue reading

Iiiiiiit’s STORY TIME!

Right, today’s post is an OFFICIAL INVESTIGATION, get excited guys.

…Ok fine, it’s not official and it’s not an investigation, it’s just a question, but I wanted to sound important. I’m always very interested to hear stories from others about how and when they first became depressed, because it’s such a personal experience and can be wildly different from person to person. So I thought I’d share my experience here and look forward to hearing from some others! I don’t know about you, but I always feel so much better about my state of mind when Continue reading

The InvisiBully

I recently returned to New Zealand after seven months of living in London. The plan was to stay there for at least a year, perhaps two, but in the end something got in the way. I told everyone that this “something” was me running out of money. “Those bloody London rent prices! It’s daylight robbery, I tell ya” I would say, exasperated, as if I would still be frolicking about Oxford Circus right this second if London would only have the decency to make this affordable.

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