Raising awareness is a double-edged sword. I do it because I lived with flesh-scraping anxiety for too long before I realised it were an actual, diagnosable illness, and much longer than that before anyone gave me any help. On the other hand, I am highly aware that, the more I post about living with, through […]Read More I AM THE SICKEST
Imagine you’d broken your leg (same time, same place, same analogy; I’m sorry). It’s been in a cast and you’ve had crutches. People have been kind to you: they’ve opened doors for you; carried your bag; someone’s taken time off work to drive you to appointments. Despite the searing pain in your affected limb, things […]Read More Do you want to be mentally ill?