Tag Archives: depression
Dark Side
Bollocks. Big, hairy bollocks. More specifically, big, hairy black dog’s bollocks. See, as much as I feel as if I am largely recovered from my breakdown there are still days when, for no discernible reason, I’m dragged right back into … Continue reading
Debate This
Whoa there! I’ve just realised something thanks to a lovely tweeter and it’s given me such an enormous hump that Quasimodo would weep tears of jealously over it. You know all of this debate that’s been flying about following the … Continue reading
All In the Mind
Oh, for fuck sake. I just had the misfortune of reading some of the mouth-breathing comments on the Daily Mail’s website following the report about Felicia Boots, the post-natally depressed mother who smothered her two small children as a result … Continue reading
Falling Fast
Problem is that socially there’s still a problem with mental illness and such a big bloody problem that even those of us who are genuinely ill are dealt with as if we’re swinging the lead. I recall a time when … Continue reading
Hello? Hello?
Whoa! Look at how long it’s been since I wrote a post on here. Sorry, my beloved kraken-loving gherkins. I’ve been all wrapped up in this ‘ere blog instead which is, I admit, a doleful neglect of my depressive duties. It is, … Continue reading