I've been without meds for nearly a week now due to a royal fuck up with my prescriptions and I thought I was doing okay because they're definitely not the meds I need to be on, but I think the withdrawal is starting to take its effect now. Literally been blinking tears for hours, I… Continue reading Everything hurts
A few months ago, I remember thinking about how far I had come since my lowest point of my mental health: a pretty severe breakdown I had just over 3 years ago. Since then, I had repeated the year my breakdown had interrupted at University and managed to graduate with a 2:1, began a Master’s… Continue reading Recovery Really Isn’t Linear
One thing I don’t talk about very often, especially because of this blog, is the anxiety that I feel in relation to how my mental illness presents itself to people. As we know, and if you’re reading this I would guess you do, I am happy to be open about my depression and anxiety, alongside… Continue reading Losing yourself (and other worries)
Eliza Blooms 