Hello dear ones. Narky speaking. Apologies for making you wait a little longer than usual. I had a glass or two of wine last night – that should explain everything. Just be grateful I didn’t write this last night, you wouldn’t have been able to decipher it. Onwards!
Look who came back! Yes, it’s our very own most missed Bippidee and she’s feeling better than the last time she updated:
I’m not claiming to be cured – I still have days when I can’t get out of bed, and I still get completely exhausted and wiped out by a busier day, and my mood is still low overall. But it is an improvement. And I realised this week that I think I am starting to feel a bit more like myself, and just a bit more alive and less like a zombie. The zombie times still happen, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t still think about suicide and wish I was dead at times, but the percentage of alive days has increased, and I can’t say how welcome that is.
Our favourite cartoonist WG of Therapy Tales has created a new site full of images for bloggers like thee and me to use free of charge. There are pictures of brains in jars, which, let’s face it, will always be popular. In her own words:
The subject focus is psychology, psychiatry, psychotherapy, mental health because that’s my main area of interest however so long as your blog is not-for-profit then please feel free to use these images.
Linking back is always kind.
LittleFeet will not be silent:
Blogging has helped me to discover that I have a voice. Blogging has helped me to deal with the burden of guilt. Blogging has helped me to become a member of an incredible community. Blogging has helped me to heal.
I am going to use this voice. I am going to shout. I am going to holler and I am going to scream. If necessary, I will get angry. I shall take every conceivable step to make as much noise as I possibly can. When it comes to blogging, provided confidentiality and safety are not compromised, I do not believe that patients should be silenced or censored in the way that I was.
Ms Leftie has been speaking at a Mind event about crisis care:
Five MP’s came to our table to talk to us from different areas of the North West and my own MP also came as well. It was an enlightening experience to share my story with those that will be discussing mental health in parliament shortly, it was especially nice to meet my own MP who took a keen interesting in what I had to say, and would like us to meet further to discuss the issues I raised.
The next blog was actually written last week but I want to draw attention to it. Mental Political Parent wrote a very moving post about a broken leg:
My leg got more and more broken, the pain got worse and worse. My broken leg was now so bad that I couldn’t do anything at all; I couldn’t look after the children or even myself properly.
All I wanted was somebody to make the broken leg hurt a little less, I knew my broken leg was never going to get better completely, it had been too badly broken for far too long. I just wanted someone to tell me that I could somehow live with a broken leg and that sometimes; maybe it would hurt a little less.
Behind The Facade has been admitted to hospital:
I was transferred by ambulance to M St where I am currently. Met with the duty doctor. And yes, I again told him I think I’d be better off at home. “But you only just got here and you want to leave already?!” he said, laughing slightly. Um, yes. My treating team will see me on Monday though it seems, and it will be decided then where to from here.
Finally, Seaneen has been pondering what you would think if you knew that your mental health nurse was also mental:
I would never disclose to a patient (client? Service user? I’m not sure what the word is) . It is not appropriate, it’s not professional. On a more human level, I also don’t think it’s right. It might make them feel, “Oh great, so I have to deal with your stuff now!” That’s not their job! It’s a professional relationship, I worry about them, not the other way around! And as much as you may care for, relate to and get on with somebody, you’re still in a position of authority. It’s something I find it hard to get my head round, but it’s true. I’ve been on equal footing for so long I’m still not sure how to navigate that.
Wildcard! Well, given that today is party time for our esteemed editor:
Pan, I hope you do St. Patrick’s Day justice.