I’ve always wanted to think I have a strong sense of self. The truth is, as long as I can remember, I’ve struggled with my identity. Before I even knew what mental illness was, way before I had seen any sort of diagnosis, I vividly remember struggling with ‘who’ I was, and it wasn’t until… Continue reading Struggles with Identity and Insecurity
Nobody wants to end up in group therapy, so the idea of attending my first session last week seemed impossible. All I could imagine beforehand were the awkward introductions and being forced to talk about things I didn’t want to, and I have to admit; the first part of the session really was the anxiety-ridden… Continue reading Group Therapy: First Impressions and Discussions
If there’s just one thing that I have gained from even the worst of my experience, it’s an understanding, or at least an idea of one. My understanding is that I have an illness. That illness effects my life in its entirety; day or night, it’s a part of me. A part of my brain… Continue reading Mental Health: An Open Letter from Someone Struggling
Eliza Blooms 