The depressions back. I’ve felt it creeping for the last few days. The joy I had for anything has slowly disappeared, the motivation I had to socialize and work is no more. I just want my bed and nothing else. I rarely blog whilst depressed because I never have the energy but this time I’m forcing myself too before it gets to that stage. This is because something … Continue reading OU and Bi Polar 2
If you aren’t interested in hearing another “I got this tattoo because it means something” or “I got this tattoo because it’s my inspiration when I hit hard days” tattoo story then you’ve come to the right place and you’ll love this post. I see a lot of posts flying around about tattoos and peoples meanings behind them so I thought I’d jump on that … Continue reading My Tattoo
I’ve literally had this blog post open for the past two days. I don’t really know what to say. I don’t know how to start it. I don’t know how I feel about it. After a two hour appointment with my physiatrist on Tuesday 10th April 2018 it was made official. Every single worry and thought I’ve had over the last two years has been confirmed. The assumption became … Continue reading The post I never thought I’d have to write
Since I went to the doctors a few weeks back and got a referral, I haven’t been able to stop researching bi polar. I’ve been watching a YouTuber called LizziesAnswers who is AMAZING! She’s been through so much and is just so raw and honest, she’s also super relatable because she’s 23. She’s not a typical YouTuber that has the “everything will be fine” story, … Continue reading Blogging to keep track?
Other than my eating disorder itself, the next biggest challenge I have is maintaining healthy hair. One of the biggest side effects of eating disorders is hair loss. By 18 I had developed a noticeable bold patch on my head and became ridiculously sad and self-conscious because my hair was my thing (I wasn’t into makeup until 19+). So, once I’d gotten my eating under … Continue reading Eating VS Hair
April 2016, on the DLR train line on my way home from work, I’m between Greenwich Station and Cutty Sark station underground. The train comes to an abrupt stop and the lights dim, over the speakers I hear the driver say “unfortunately ladies and gentlemen we are suffering from a loss of signal, we are currently unsure of when we will be on the move … Continue reading Hacking the Train