Group therapy is something we’re not all that accustomed to in the UK. We’ve barely got our heads around doing therapy individually, so it isn’t surprising that baring your soul in a group evokes trepidation. Before being admitted to a psychiatric hospital last year, my only experience of group therapy was as a child in…
Tag: Depression
Therapy today: When they found out
It was the day that my world shattered. Everything I thought I knew changed. All that I believed about my young self slipped away from me. At that pivotal moment, my soul was annihilated. It was only a minute, but it has lived on in my mind ever since. I feel as though I have…
Wednesday soundtrack: Behind blue eyes
When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, please tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let…
I forgot to breathe
Tonight I’m empty a brittle void Imploding with the strain of saying or not saying I’ve nothing but minute words It could have all been over in a brief, inglorious moment I think I forgot to breathe I lost myself in rage, in sadness grief overpowered me Amassing every grain of my truth I think…
I can’t remember
Overdosing on Lorazepam leaves you with terrible amnesia. I have no recollection of being at the hospital this weekend. I don’t remember the ambulance ride, blood tests, IVs and ECGs. I don’t even remember arriving home. I only just found the photo I’ve attached to this post, I didn’t realise I had my phone on…
Therapy today: Behind a wall
Even in therapy, I hate being asked how I am. In almost no situation will I respond honestly to that question. The at work how are yous are the easiest. Nobody expects anything too real or too detailed, they are merely filling conversational space. So I say I’m fine or a bit tired or busy…
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