Dear imagination, how are you today? Will it be a car crash? A bus crash? Or have you some other plan for my brain this Friday?
Trigger Warning: Please note that post makes for some uncomfortable reading The road to recovery is incredibly hard, exhausting and at times, incredibly frightening.
Trigger Warning: please note that some may find for uncomfortable reading.
Has anyone else had group therapy before or are you having it now? It'll be good to know how you found the first session?
At my first GP appointment, I mentioned that I hadn't been able to read a book in almost a year and was surprised when she told me this was "completely normal".
My management seem to forget that when I'm dancing to the radio or joking about some insignificant shit, I still have depression, OCD, PTSD & Anxiety disorder.
A poem on my day: Today, my "mood bought down the vibe in the team". My manager told me so.
So there we have it, Anxiety, you won tonight. But don't get used to it, I'll win this fight.
My commute adds up to an extra day of work which is exhausting.
What gives people the right, to look down on others from their pedestal and mock, tease and judge?