Excluded

I went along to a diet induction evening tonight. It’s an extreme diet with counselling, and it guarantees three stone weight loss at least.
I’ve gained two stone on my medication so I am desperate to lose it. I met the woman coordinating the evening, and she gave me a medical form.
“Do you have [...]

The Psychotherapist

Today I had a session with my psychotherapist. Not courtesy of my council’s mental health services, I hasten to add. My therapy is part of a charity for young people.
She is quite a brisk lady and is certainly one there to do her job. She is not sympathetic in the least and [...]

The Medicated Mind

Well, I’m back on medications. I felt absolutely spaced out last night and suspect I am coming down with the flu. But I took all my pills and then slept for 21 hours.Today I still feel quite spacey but my mind at least is beginning to slow down. No, I don’t like [...]

“How to Not Let Manic Depression Affect Your Life”

In the street earlier today, I folded into Rob’s arms and promised him I would start taking my medication again. He was been geniunely petrified that he would receive a phone call at work informing him that I had been sectioned again.
Insight innit. I know that I have been a little bit crazy [...]

Rapid-cycling, Seaneen’s Heroes and How to Spot a Mood Episode

Medication, Rapid-Cycling and hypersexuality featuring guest stars Neil Innes, Vivian Stanshall and Michael Palin
I was absolutely leaden with misery earlier. I went to bed and did something I hardly ever do: cried.
Proper, face disfiguring howling into the pillow crying.Most people would expect that in my capacity as WordPress’s One of Leading Authorities on Manic Depression [...]

The Real and True Story of What Led to my Hospitalisation

I hereby absolve myself from looking like Shite today as from 10am to 5pm, I spent my time in Job for a Month.
Job for a month is something else they don’t tell you about in the “So You’re Mentally Ill?” handbook.
Soothing lines read in well-worn copies of the guide, “The return to work should be [...]

Hollywood- The Obligatory Righteously Angry Entry

There is an intense debate raging on a bipolar forum asking, “Is Britney Spears Manic?”
To which I respond: No, no, for the love of god, no!
I get rather flustered that when every time a moneyed, irresponsible starlet whose life has no consequences acts a little bit odd, the mental illness clause is flown in to [...]

The Dregs of Society

The Estimate
Stephen Fry quoted something in his documentary. To succeed in Hollywood, you just need to be bipolar, or some words to a similar affect. This is largely at odds with the experiences of many mental health service users.
We are the dregs of society.
Oh, tons of mentally ill people are successful and talented, [...]

Whiney Personal Entry- The Sequel

Arf.

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The Joy of the Locum

Arrgh! There are so many diseases out there and I don’t want to get any of them!
Okay, I’m a bit of a hypocrite. I was supposed to have quit smoking, but right now I’ve got a manky old Mayfair dribbling out of my lips. Really, though, what else is there to do [...]

Depression

I’ve been feeling increasingly down over the past few days. Today, on the fabled mood chart, I’d put my mood at about a two. Yes, I’ve been wallowing in self-pity, but some of the Real Life stuff is dragging me under.
I don’t like the sensations that come with depression. There is a physical [...]

The Kick Inside

The Valproate Family

Lamictal

The Talk: The Doctor Will Always Discourage You Ever Getting Pregnant

Tammy

Shite

Manic depression is hereditary

Crap Poetry Aged 15

Sigh

Now, I’m 21 and not planning on getting pregnant anytime soon. Yet, since the day I began treatment, doctors have been protecting my phantom baby. A typical exchange in my psychiatric appointments follows this [...]

Whiney personal entry

This week, I’ve had the double whammy kick in the bollocks of both my disability and incapacity appeals being rejected. Due to being fired for being An Mental, I now can’t cover my rent, council tax and bills and we face eviction because of me. If I don’t magically summon a job I shouldn’t be [...]

The stigma reaches far

The wonders of treatment, medication and rolling over the cat in your sleep
Warning: Following entry may cause drowsiness
I woke up about an hour ago. If you’d found me at 7pm, I would have also woken up about an hour ago.
I went to bed at 4am last night after taking Seroquel. I’ve been awake [...]

Light relief

It’s not directly related to bipolarity so I’m not posting it here, but you can go and read about my regular journal entry about my trip to Belfast.
It’s full of photos I took, like this:

And you can read it here !

Delusions of reference

It’s all about ME! ME! ME!
Delusions of reference are defined by the lovely people of Bipolar.About.Com as:
“Delusions of Reference refers to the strongly held belief that random events, objects, behaviors of others, etc., have a particular and unusual significance to oneself. For example, a person might believe that secret messages about him are broadcast in [...]

It’s scarcely worth a doo-wop and Do You Smoke?

Greetings from a bed and breakfast in Belfast.  It is very odd yet kind of cool to be in a B and B in my home town.  I guess it says a lot about my relationship with the place.I deleted my last entry as it was far too personal for a blog such as this.  It made me somewhat [...]

Was he was or is he is?

I don’t want to leave on a jetplane on such a low key, so here is the gift of Vivian Stanshall reading, “The Sea” beautifully and performing the opening song from”Crank”.  I tentatively say it is relevant to this blog because Vivian Stanshall suffered from depression and some say manic depression.
Tatty byes and a [...]

Body Dysmorphic Disorder- “Say what?”

“Born dead, darling”. My ex boyfriend scrawled that over a piece of art work he had created about me, many years ago. I turned the page upside down and scrunched my nose up. Born dead, darling? Quite offended, I had a well-earned sulk. Then he directed me gently to the [...]