A Huge Thank You

Yesterday was Mum’s birthday.

A year ago, we started fundraising for Martin House Children’s Hospice in Mum’s memory, as she used to work there.

I am delighted to say that a year on we have absolutely smashed the target (it doesn’t all show on Just Giving as some donations went straight to the hospice). The money was originally going on lighting, but due to planning changes we have had a bit of a change of plan. It’s now going towards a music, art, and animation suite which is so perfect.

Mum brought joy to many people’s lives and hopefully this room will bring joy to the lives of many young people on their families. Mum was also a saxophone (foghorn) player and loved music. We would often dance around the kitchen to various CDs and blast them out in the car whilst we sang along.

We want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who has helped us to reach this target – and there have been a lot of you! It was a fun thing to do, and a lovely way to remember Mum, and now she can live on through this room and all that it will provide.

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I Shouldn’t Be Surprised By Lack Of Stigma

This weekend, I went for an eye test at a well-known supermarket. It’s something I’ve been avoiding for months. Partly due to cost, partly due to my struggle to do anything self-care related.

Anyway, this particular supermarket do eye tests for free, so I figured there was nothing to lose, so I finally booked an appointment and got myself down there.

As part of the eye test, they ask you what medications you’re on. This question comes up occasionally… at the dentist, when applying for a driving licence, when visiting a walk-in GP or seeing a new health worker. Whenever the question comes up, it feels like time stops for ten seconds. I can practically hear my heart beating in my ears. I debate whether or not I should disclose the whole list of medications that I’m on.

Being 23 and on a list of medications is hard. When that list contains mental health medications, it can feel really hard.

I worry about people judging me or treating me differently. I worry about how they look at me – sometimes with curiosity, sometimes like I am an alien, sometimes with those overly sympathetic ‘oh poor you’ eyes. I don’t quite know which look of these is worse. I don’t particularly enjoy any of them.

Anyway, during the eye test, he asked me what medications I was on. To begin with I was very vague. I always start with the medications I think they won’t have heard of, just to test the waters. So I did that, which resulted in the question ‘what’s that for?’. At that point, I realised I was going to have to go all-in, so I brought the list up on my phone (I can never remember them all), and gave him the full list of all my medications.

The optician was absolutely fantastic. He was kind. He didn’t treat me any differently at all. He even disclosed a little about his own mental health experiences. He took my medication history into consideration and really listened to me.

I left the appointment and began to think about it. I was just so surprised by his reaction – or rather lack of reaction. I was pleasantly surprised. It’s incredibly rare to meet anyone with no stigma, even in health settings (especially in health settings).

Then I began to think about it more, and actually, I shouldn’t have been surprised. I shouldn’t expect stigma. I shouldn’t have to worry about listing my medications. Whoever is talking to me, is speaking to exactly the same person both before and after they know that I need a bit of help in order to function.

Mental health medications are there to give a helping hand to those of us whose brains aren’t quite working as they should. I take asthma medications to help my lungs, I take mental health medications to help my brain. It’s no different.

When we have a mental illness, life is hard enough. We already spend our life doing our best to do normal human things, whilst battling a brain determined to kill us. We really don’t need additional problems on top of that. We really don’t need people to treat us differently. To speak to us like we’re stupid. To decide that we’re not worth their time. To look at us like we have three heads.

Occasionally, we might need certain allowances from people – but we will normally tell you if that’s the case! Until that point, just interact with us in the way that you would interact with anyone else.

We shouldn’t be surprised by lack of stigma, it should be normal.

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You Are Succeeding By Surviving

It’s that time of year again where people happily share their incredible uni results, graduation photos are imminent, GCSE and A-Level results are just around the corner, everyone seems to be passing their driving tests, getting new jobs, getting promotions, getting engaged, moving house, and digging wells in African villages, all at the same time.

For some of us, none of these things are true.

Some of us are trying our best to stay alive, and that’s pretty much all we can manage. Many of us have dropped out of university degrees (if we ever got there in the first places). Lots of us have had to put our GCSEs or A-Levels on hold (or if we do manage to sit them, we don’t achieve anything close to our potential). Some of us are unable to drive until our medication settles and/or our health improves. Lots of us aren’t able to hold down a job, or if we can, we’re on reduced hours. If we do have a job, it might be miles away from our dream job – we’re just not well enough to even apply for those kinds of jobs. Many of us struggle to maintain friendships, never mind even attempting a relationship. A lot of us are still living with our parents or other family members, because we need them to help care for us. Many of us can’t travel further than the end of our garden without a panic attack, if we can move ourselves at all.

Being in our late teens/early twenties, we’re expected to be carefree. We often don’t have responsibilities for anyone other than ourselves. We’re expected to spend time having fun, going out, working out who we are and what we enjoy, and generally making the most of life.

But that’s not always the case. Sometimes we don’t have that luxury, because we’re simply not well enough. Life can play a cruel hand at times.

It doesn’t mean that we’re not achieving and succeeding, though. Our success might just look a little different to others.

Sometimes success is taking PRN, even if you feel like we are ‘giving in’ by doing so. Sometimes it’s getting to bed by 10pm each night, even if it makes us feel like a granny. Sometimes success is learning how to say ‘no’ to things that hurt us. Sometimes success is forcing down 3 meals and 3 snacks a day, however loud our heads scream. Sometimes success is getting our notifications down to zero. Sometimes, success is taking our meds as prescribed. Sometimes success is dragging ourselves down to the GP even if we feel we don’t deserve it, or we’re wasting their time. Sometimes success is making it into town alone. Sometimes success is letting our family members and carers help us. Sometimes success is navigating the benefits system. Sometimes success is just showing up – whether it be to school, to work, to a class, or somewhere else. Sometimes, success is allowing ourselves to do the things that we enjoy.

Sometimes success is simply doing what’s best for us. It’s taking care of ourselves. It’s continuing to stay alive, whatever is thrown our way.

To all of you who are feeling pretty rubbish at the moment because everyone seems to be succeeding and progressing, and you feel like a sad, stuck, blob… I want to remind you how wonderful you are. Continuing to wake up every day despite all the setbacks you encounter is so brave. It’s so admirable. It’s so incredibly strong. You are succeeding by waking up every day, by showing up, by never ever giving up. You are awesome.

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To Those Of You Who’ve Lost All Hope

Sometimes, life does everything within its power to tear us down. It throws everything it’s got at us. It can be exhausting and can leave us lying there on the floor, with all of the energy drained from our bodies.

Everything becomes black – although black doesn’t seem dark enough, or all-encompassing enough to describe the thick fog that smothers everything and makes it so hard to breathe.

Moving becomes hard. Moving hurts, it really hurts. It’s exhausting and it hurts. Reaching to take a sip of a cup of tea can feel as energy-consuming as going on a 10-mile run. So we don’t.

We can’t face going to bed, because going to bed means waking up, and waking up means doing another day. We can’t see any light. We can’t see any future. We have no hope.

I’m not going to sit here and tell you that ‘it gets better’, because it’s probably the last thing you want to hear. It can feel really frustrating when people keep saying that it gets better, because when things are that dark, we can’t see it, and we can’t believe it. It can almost feel like everyone’s just saying it so that they don’t have to talk to us about how crap things are any more. Sometimes we just want to shout ‘when?!’. ‘When is it going to get better? Because it’s been really rubbish for a really long time and I’m tired and I don’t have the strength to fight this anymore’.

When we can no longer carry some hope, we have to let others carry it for us for a little while.

We have to let others carry it for us, until a time when we can pick it back up again.

This can come in the form of colleagues telling us they’re looking forward to us returning to work. It could be a boss reminding us that we have skills and talents. A GP saying ‘see you next week’ or a health care assistant telling us about their weekend. It can be a friend hugging us while we cry and cry, or another friend who spends their Friday evening helping us to write a list of ‘30 reasons to stay alive until Saturday’. It can be a family member inviting us over in a few days time. It can be literally anyone at all who refuses to believe that we might not be able to recover from this.

We need these people to keep believing in us. We need these people who can see us having a future. We need these people who refuse to let us die.

Eventually, in time, we will find glimmers of hope again. We will find cracks of light. We will begin find things to believe in, and our little pile of good things will grow. We might find them in the most unexpected of places – a podcast that speaks to us, the ability to read a page of text, or the joy of being able to taste a cup of tea again. It might take weeks, it might take months, it might even take years, but it will happen.

Until it does happen, until we can carry our own hope again, we have to let others carry it for us.

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Surviving or Thriving? What Helps Me Thrive

The theme of this year’s mental health awareness week, ‘Surviving or Thriving’, has been going round my head ever since I first heard about it a couple of weeks ago.

I’ve been sat here trying to decide on what to write. Do I write a post explaining how hard it can be to survive, at times, let alone thrive?  Do I write about how cuts to mental health services have reached the point where many I know are struggling for the support they need to survive – with thriving being a distant memory and a seemingly impossible dream? Do I talk about the stigma and shame associated with decisions I’ve made, and things I have to do, to give myself a chance at survival in the hope that one day I might thrive?

I’ve decided against writing about any of those things. Some, I’m not really ready to write about. Others I feel too angry about at the moment to be able to form a coherent sentence. Apart from that, I don’t want this to turn into a ‘woe is me’ scenario.

I thought what I’d do this week, is share some of the things that help me thrive, in the hope that it might help others, too. Some of these things are still very new to me, and the things that help me thrive are forever evolving and changing. I’m also not necessarily thriving at the moment – I’m getting there, I’m trying my best, but it is going to take time. I am determined to get there, though. I’m sick of just surviving, it’s gone on long enough, it’s time I begin to focus on thriving.

 

A Safe Space

I have to have a safe space. For me, that’s my bedroom. I pop on my colour-changing lamp, have low-level music, multiple blankets, and a chance to breathe. It’s a place I can retreat to when the world feels too much, or when I need to cry. It’s a place where my true introvert/hermit self can be released and my brain can stop buzzing so much.

An Amazing GP Surgery

My GP surgery are brilliant. The staff are lovely and go out of their way to help me time after time.

The healthcare assistants are all lovely and make going for appointments feel less like a chore and more like catching up with a friendly person (with the slightly awkward addition of being stabbed with a needle/having sticky pads stuck on you). All of the GPs I’ve seen there have been patient, have given me time, and have made me feel safe and looked after. The GP I see most often knows me as well as anyone, and genuinely cares. She never rushes me, she communicates with me on my level, she listens, and she helps. I trust her implicitly.

Even the chemist (who aren’t associated with the GP, but I’ll pop them in here anyway) are so helpful and lovely. I walk in and they know me, they are kind, they are helpful, they are on top of all my prescriptions and they don’t make me feel like the inconvenience I often think I am.

Appreciating the Little Things

When you’ve had depression for a long time, you lose out on so much of the world. 18362722_1219058218206845_661799652_oEmerging out of it is almost like emerging from a cave where you’ve been sat in the dark eating cold porridge for a number of months. You begin to notice little things that you haven’t seen before, things taste different, too. I try and hold onto the little things – my friend’s cat splatting itself on my lap, bubbles, the taste of Fanta zero fruit twist, etc., and try to use those things to carry me through the less good days/weeks.

Art Journaling

My art journal is one of my favourite things at the moment. It started so small and prescriptive and it’s grown and evolved with me. I now do it daily – sometimes it’s quotes, sometimes it’s feelings, it usually involves paint.

Through doing it, I feel like a communication door has been opened to me. I’ve realised that I haven’t been communicating all that well with my GP (and services more generally) – not because I have18379209_1219056971540303_1448141536_on’t tried or haven’t wanted to, I just haven’t been able to. Some days, now, I sit down in front of a blank page with no clue what to paint or draw and it just sort of happens.

I still don’t feel like I’m communicating fully, I still feel very stuck at times and get very frustrated that I don’t have the words or the ability to express myself (just last week I sat in front of my GP and cried because it can be so lonely and frustrating when you feel locked off from the rest of the world), but it is helping. I take my journal to my GP each week now and we go through it. It’s becoming a really useful communication tool as well as helping me to express myself (and improving my artyfarty skills!).

Back To Basics

Some things I really struggle with when very low/anxious/buzzy, are the very basic ‘looking after yourself’ tasks. The teeth cleaning, hair washing, clothes-putting-on type of tasks. But in order to be the best person I can be, I need to get these basics straightened out a little. When everything feels up in the air and impossible to cope with, I try to wind it back and focus on the basic little tasks, then build up from there.

Being Inspired By People

There are certain people who really inspire me. Some are people I work with in both jobs (both colleagues and students), others are those around me who face battles every day that people know nothing about, and continue to smile and be kind despite it all. There are one or two people in the media who also give me hope. I think it’s really important to have these amazing people to look up to, and to be inspired by. They give me hope. They give me a reason to believe that I might be able to have a future.

Friends, family, and other amazing people

I’m lucky to have people around me who listen to me, craft with me, sit with me, drink 18362525_1219058251540175_808148908_otea with me, hug me, build me up and basically allow me to keep going. They allow me to cry, to laugh, to dream, to create and to believe. They prompt glimmers of ‘okay’, glimmers of ‘maybe I can have a future’ and glimmers of hope. They come in many forms of human and are all amazing; I don’t know where I’d be without them.

Medication

I am on a lot of medication for various things – much more than I’d like to be. However, without it, at the moment, I can’t function. It’s not an easy thing to accept, but it’s something I’ve had to accept because without it, I am an uncommunicative shell of a person who struggles to walk/talk/sleep/move/be. It’s not the best – it puts certain limits on my life and sometimes I want to throw it across the room, but in order to be the person I’m trying to be, at least for the time being, I have to take my meds. It’s non-negotiable.

Nature

I’ve always loved nature for walks, bike rides and photos. I’ve never been a gardening lover, mainly because I’m useless at it! Lately, I’ve done a bit of gardening and really enjoyed feeling the mud, making friends with worms, and connecting back in with the world around me. I’ve felt very claustrophobic lately because for a few reasons, I’m unable to walk much or cycle or run, but I’ve been working out other ways to get my nature fix. Even things like pootling down to the local garden centre and watching the fish have really helped. I think nature can show us the beauty that the world has to offer, and put our problems in perspective a little bit.

Setting Boundaries

This is not something I’m good at, but it’s something I’m working on. I’ve always gone out 18378736_1219058221540178_1775681610_oof my way to do things for others, which is fine, until it reaches the point where it’s at the detriment to my own wellbeing.

Setting boundaries, for me, involves things like not replying to emails/social media the minute they arrive (whatever time of day that might be!), but turning my phone on silent, having a break from it, and setting time aside to replying to things instead. It’s things like saying no to meeting up with someone/someone coming over, if actually I’m really tired and need an early night, or have jobs to do, or need some peopleless time.

It’s really hard (and can often make me feel like crap in the short term), but I think it’s a really important thing to do and hopefully will begin to get a little easier as time goes ok.

Sleep Routine

I’ve said it before, but sleep routine, and sleep hygiene are so important. Our bodies get confused if we start going to bed at 9pm one night and 1am the next. They also get confused if we wake up at a vastly different time each day. Having similar sleep/wake times every day (including the weekends!) helps our bodies to know what’s going on and allows us to sleep better.

Taking Time Out

Never has taking time out felt more relevant than recently. I keep getting very ‘peopled out’, to the point where the noise of my breathing can make me cry because it hurts so much. In a world that expects immediate replies and a permanent connection to the internet, taking time out is so important. I turn my phone on silent, switch off, and just have time to wind-down and re-group. It’s something absolutely necessary to enable to be my best self at work, and in other areas of my life.

Trying To Work Out What *I* Want

I have spent so much of my life trying to be the person I thought everyone wanted me to be. I’ve chosen the subjects I’ve studied based on that, I’ve applied for jobs and 18362714_1219058268206840_1456699480_ovolunteering based on that, I’ve based clothing choices, music choices, hair choices… pretty much everything, based on that. And it’s not made me happy, in fact it’s made me pretty miserable.

Lately, I’ve been slowly coming to the realisation that I can’t live that way anymore. It’s killing me. So, I have to start working out what *I* want, and following that as best I can. It’s not easy ay all, and it has and will upset people, but it’s essential I try to keep at it, or I’m never going to be happy.

I’m lucky to have some wonderful people around me who are helping me work out who I am and what I want (I might write a bit more about this at a later date), and it’s going to be a slow process, but I will get there. I have to.

Work

I am in an incredibly lucky position to have two jobs which I love.

One is with the NHS, connecting people who’ve experienced mental illness to educational opportunities anywhere in York. We’re linked with Converge, who provide creative courses for people who’ve experienced mental illness. It’s an incredible job, my colleagues such a lovely bunch of people, and I’m constantly inspired by the people we work with. It’s such a forward-facing job, and we’re just constantly building each other up, which is a welcome relief from a world which seems to delight in tearing people down. I also get to use paint as part of my job sometimes – and you can never go wrong when covered in paint.

My other job is working for Blurt writing their blogs. Again, my colleagues are so lovely and kind. I learn new things about depression with every blog I write, and I’m beginning to enjoy the process of learning and discovering new things again – something I haven’t felt since my teens when the education system squished that curiosity and joy out of me in the name of achieving good grades.

 

So there’s a very disorganised bundle of things which help me thrive. Who help me to become the best person I can be. I’d love to hear the things which help others thrive – I feel like through sharing these things, we can give each other ideas of things to try and help each other to keep on thriving, rather than just surviving.

Mother’s Day Fundraising

Mother’s Day is next Sunday – last year we did some fundraising for Yorkshire Cancer research. This year we are continuing our fundraising for Martin House Children’s Hospice. Mum worked there for many years before later becoming a trustee. We are trying to raise £5000 to restore the lighting in the corridor of the children’s bedrooms which will not only brighten it up for them, and highlight the incredible artwork on the walls, but also reflects Mum’s light and bright personality.

This Mother’s Day we’re asking you to donate the cost of a card in memory of all the Mums who can’t share Mother’s Day with us this year.

To donate, please text ‘LOVM53’ followed by your donation amount to 70070 or visit our Just Giving page.

 

Recovery: Things To Try

Today I got the news that I can (finally!) begin to return to work. Only for very few hours a week, and a very phased return, but this is such a huge step and so exciting.

When I left work at the end of November, I never envisaged being off for so long. In all honesty, I was struggling to live day to day and couldn’t see as far as bedtime. I don’t remember a huge amount from that time. I remember trying my best to get as far as the living room chair each day. I vaguely remember one or two people coming round. I remember telling people that I couldn’t keep living this way. I know that I could crochet – the muscle memory in my hands carried me through. I couldn’t do much else. I struggled to speak or move.

There is no quick fix for depression. There’s no straight line of recovery. There are better moments, then better hours, then better days. I haven’t reached much more then better ‘couple of hours’ yet, but I hope that one day I will.

I thought it might be good to share some of the things that I’ve found helpful, in the hope that maybe it might help someone else.

Get out of bed daily, even just to move to the lounge

Bed is a wonderful, comfy, safe place. Unfortunately, unless you have an inbuilt toilet, kitchen and workstation, you have to leave it every now and again. I’m no stranger to getting up, going to the toilet, and getting back into bed, but it can be really helpful to try and get out of bed each day, even if it’s just for an hour or two. It takes a lot of energy, and can be really hard work but the longer you stay in bed, the harder it is to leave.

Washing can be good, even if you just use wet wipes

Something which slips almost straight away when depression winds you, is washing. It’s hard work, it’s tiring, it takes energy. You also don’t really care about yourself and washing would constitute caring. But the longer you go without washing, the more gross you feel and the more you look down on yourself. If you don’t feel up to getting in the bath or shower, wet wipes can be a good investment. If you are low on energy, you could also try getting in the shower and just sitting there, letting the water run over you.

Take your meds

Meds can be a real pain. They can come with horrible side effects, and missing a dose can have even worse effects. I’m now on quite a combination of things and I wish I wasn’t, but the reality is that they are what I need to function at this point. It can be a real mental battle to take your meds, but it’s important to try and keep up with them – there’s a reason that you’ve been prescribed them. When my depression is really bad, I don’t have the cognition to work out what I’m taking and when, but I’ve spoken to my chemist and they now count everything out for me into weekly dossette boxes so it’s one less thing to worry about. If you’re struggling to work out what you’re taking and what time to take them, it could be worth asking your chemist if they do a similar thing.

If you struggle to book appointments because you don’t feel like you’re worth it, ask the health professionals you see to book them for you

I really struggle to feel like I’m worth enough for appointments, or deserve them. If I’m left to my own devices it can take half a day and forty minutes of persuasion before I will even ring the surgery, so it helps to have the nurses and doctors there do it for me.

Try to stick to ‘normal’ bedtimes and wake times (even if you don’t get up straight away)

This one can be tricky, especially when insomnia strikes and you’re off work so have nothing to get up for, but it’s probably one of the more important ones, because once sleep goes out of a normal pattern, it’s hard to bring back. For me, sleep is one of my biggest triggers, so I have meds to help me, but everyone’s different – if you are struggling with sleep it could be worth mentioning it to your GP.

When you’re up to it, wash your hair

Having clean hair can make the whole world feel better, but it’s hard work. Personally, I always wash my hair at night so it can dry while I sleep and I don’t have to deal with it. Also, if I’m low on energy, I sometimes just wash it over the bath rather than having to go to the effort of getting in the shower. I set myself a target of washing my hair at least three times a week. Sometimes this feels impossible and doesn’t happen, but it’s a nice thing to aim for.

Change your clothes every day, even if it’s just from one set of PJs to another

Some days you won’t get dressed, and that’s okay, but it’s good to at least change your PJs because it can help to make you feel more clean, and help to make you feel ‘normal’.

Leave the house most days, once you’re up to it (not every day – occasional PJ days are probably essential for human survival)

When I first left work, there was no way I was leaving the house. But as time’s gone on, I’ve felt more able to go out, and now it’s really important that I try to leave the house most days. Leaving the house forces me to get dressed. Sometimes I literally just walk to the post office and back, but a little bit of fresh air can do the world of good.

Crying is okay, so is not crying

It’s okay to cry. Sometimes it’s necessary. At other times you can’t cry… your body just won’t let you, and that’s okay too. There’s no  right or wrong way to have depression.

Try to keep your safe spaces clean and tidy (when you have the energy)

It’s hard to find the energy to clean and tidy but it can make everything feel so much better. You don’t have to properly spring clean everything, even lumping everything in one pile instead of it being all over the floor can make it easier to breath. It’s really hard to keep a whole house/flat/bungalow clean, so it can be good to have one room or space that you keep ‘safe’ or ‘clean’ and let the rest of your place do what it likes until you have the energy to sort it out.

Write or draw every morning

I have a notebook next to my bed with some colouring pencils and a normal pencil. Every morning I try to write/draw something before checking social media. Sometimes I have nothing to say or nothing in my head – but somehow stuff still comes out. I find it can be a good way of emptying my head, ready for the day ahead.

Stay in touch with work

My work have been amazing at staying in touch with me. It’s really, really helpful because it helps to ease the anxieties about going back. When I left work, I was unwell, I was unable to do my job, I was scared and very low… so thinking about going back was really scary. But work have stayed in touch with me, I’ve popped into the office a couple of times, and all of that has helped to prevent a huge anxiety wall from going up in my brain.

Crafternoons are wonderful things

I am ridiculously lucky to have some incredible, creative friends. Sometimes there’s nothing better than putting a giant plastic mat on the floor, pulling out some paints, popping something on TV, and putting the world to rights. It can be easier to talk about things when paint is involved, too.

Someone at the end of the phone can be worth more than they know

I have been known to come out of an appointment and text a friend saying ‘everything is awful and I want to die’. Everyone needs a friend who you can text that to, and who replies helping you come up with a plan. Sometimes all you need in that moment is to not feel alone.

Take a photo a day

I take a photo every day and post it on Project 365 and Instagram along with a sentence or two. I personally get a lot of support through this, but you don’t necessarily need to post them. It’s just a way to take five minutes out of life and do something a little bit creative every day.

Write, even if it makes no sense

I have word documents that I’ve written and not saved, others I’ve written, saved and never posted. I have a notebook that I sometimes write in, especially when I can’t sleep, it’s late at night, and I feel like the only person in the entire world. It doesn’t have to make any sense, it doesn’t have to go anywhere. Just write.

Find your paint

Painting (or art journaling in general) has made such a huge difference to me. Of course, not everyone will like paint… others will like music or sport or something. But find your paint, your escape from reality, and try and practice it most days.

Find your Blurt blogging

A few weeks ago, I picked up blogging for Blurt again. This has been amazing because I can do it from home, but it helps me to feel useful and have purpose. It’s also been really helpful in forcing myself to concentrate, and disciplining myself to work. Obviously not everyone can blog for Blurt, and a lot of people hate writing, but it might be good to find your Blurt blogging – something which you ‘have’ to do which gives you purpose (but who also understand if you really can’t do it).

All in all, depression is horrible, and there really isn’t an easy answer, but even when it feels hopeless and horrible, and you feel like you’ve tried everything you can think of and you’re doing your absolute best and nothing is getting better (believe me, I’ve been there, I’ve felt it, I still do feel it way more often than is ideal), even then, there is probably still one more thing you can try.

I’ll leave you with some wise words from Holby City, in the form of my art journal…

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