dead ends

My thoughts are that writing about mental health, pharmacology and psychology from a personal perspective is an exercise in extreme vulnerability. It is also exactly the kind of content that someone who had malicious intent towards me would love to rifle through for unkind purposes.… Read the rest

energising my nervous system

It is not my day.
I have struggled with my nervous system for most of it.
I am grateful for practices such as dancing, lengthening my inhale, brightly scented hand cream and cold water.
It also seems that humming and upbeat music is uplifting, albeit a little anxiety provoking.

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seeing value in less obvious ways, perhaps

The second thing that came out of the conversation with my psychologist friend today was a bit of professional development.

I told her about my woes regarding underwhelming degrees of change in my psychosocial support work. She said that during the supervision process of practising psychologists one of the first things that they teach is not to expect change.… Read the rest

the shitty outcome

It has been a harder landing than usual, coming out of this latest psychosis. It has left me with a lot of sadness this time. I am grieving the person I was in person when I was in it, and reeling in horror at how I opened up my heart, soul and mind to people, who I now need to assume just want to hurt me, or at the best don’t care very much.… Read the rest