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Thinking Your Way to Good Mental Health

When I first started therapy I just didn’t realise that it was an interactive activity. I believed that my therapist was there to talk to me and listen to my troubles and offer the odd piece of advice. I thought that at the end of each session we packed up our bat and ball and […]

Draw Your Weapon

When I was first diagnosed with Bipolar Type 2 disorder back in 2008 I became very vigilant about taking my medication. I made sure that I took the tablets that I was prescribed and I made sure that I took them at about the same time every day. So rarely would I miss a day’s […]

Back From the Brink

Well my friends, I have made it back again. This time I didn’t fall quite so far or quite so hard. The past few months have been rough and I have a few battle scars to show for it, but I survived and am back healthier and more enthusiastic than before. I’m ready to kick […]

Hold the Phone

Hello friends. In this long and sometimes arduous journey that we call life, we can often feel overwhelmed and engulfed by stress. Obstacles appear on our path and sometimes we can’t see the forest for the trees. When you suffer from a mental illness, it is times like this that you have to be so […]

Letting Go of Anger

Anger is a very normal and helpful emotion. It stops us from continuing dysfunctional behaviours and assists us when our self assurance is being compromised. But anger is a brief emotion. It is not meant to stay with us for a long time. Have you ever held onto anger about something because you just didn’t […]

My First Manic Episode

I have a confession to make. I enjoyed the hell out of my manic episodes! They were destructive and soul destroying but I have never in my life felt so high and so energetic. It’s like a drug. You feel ten foot tall and completely bullet proof. Nothing can bring you down. You can achieve […]

Golden Rule 2 – Move & Exercise

I have a confession to make, I hate exercise. Always have, possibly always will. I have tried just about every type of exercise and very little excites me. So, to get me moving I needed some sort of incentive like a good cup of coffee or one of my mums’ slices.

 
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