Being me is, for many reasons, frustrating. Being my friend is probably, for many of the same reasons and also many different ones, more frustrating. I had a rough start to friendship when it really counts (ie. at secondary school where, if you’ve read any of my blog, you’ll know that things weren’t exactly great) […]Read More are you my friend?
This is a topic I keep returning to. It’s something that I think about in bed; in the shower; whilst I’m at work, and also something that my therapist asks me every time I see her. What do I want to achieve? What are my goals? This is scary for two reasons. Reason Number One is that I honestly […]Read More What is “Recovery”?
Not so long ago, I started a new job. Without wishing to jinx anything (because that’s the sort of anxious person I am), I love it. It’s the type of job I always hoped for when I was training. But, last week, I found myself feeling unexpectedly lonely. Inpatient treatment – for me, anyway – […]Read More Lonely