Content note: self-harm, eating disorders, suicide, hospitalisation.
It was the best of times; it was the clinically depressed of times.
Mental illness can fracture friendships. Friends may struggle to find the right words to say. They may feel helpless or frustrated. This week is a celebration of friendship blossoming through mental illness. Too often, those with mental health problems are imagined as isolated figures, head in their hands as they sit alone.
Continue reading “A Tale of Two Pals: on friendship & mental health”
The friend zone isn’t real. You can’t jump on the number 18 bus, ride six stops to the friend zone and buy yourself a KFC Zinger meal. The friend zone is a fairytale and KFC has run out of chicken. Welcome to the world, baby. For the benefit of those without Google and my wide-eyed mother, I’ll quickly describe the friend zone.
Continue reading “You Don’t Love Me Back”
Content note: references to suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, hospitalisation
‘Time to Talk’ day happened on 1 February. On this day, we are all encouraged to talk openly about our mental health, share our stories and listen to others do the same. It’s a worthy campaign run by Time to Change, a movement which aims to end mental health discrimination through social action. Every year, the campaign gets me thinking about “awareness”. What does this means in the context of mental health?
Continue reading “When does mental health awareness become voyeurism?”
If you think about feet for too long, they start to look really strange. Why do we have this other pair of hands at the bottom of our legs? Why is my second toe stepping out of line and acting like it’s the big toe? Who are these people picking up pens with their toes and how do we kick them out of our homes?
The same is true of love. Stay with me.
Continue reading “I’m Falling in Love and I’m Scared”
Some kids on the World Wide Web refer to the number of sexual partners a person has had as their “body count”. When I discovered this, I wanted to delete today’s blog and just publish this sentence instead: the only time a body count is relevant is if somebody has died. Then I could have logged off, sipped on a sweet Rubicon and spent the rest of my afternoon watching Frasier instead.
Continue reading “They Called Me A ‘Slut’”
Content note: references to PTSD.
As a Cool Internet Person, I feel very secure when using my voice to give unsolicited advice to strangers, critique Jake Paul vlogs and rate pictures of dogs. But I’ve waited nine solid weeks to use this platform to talk about mental health in any meaningful way.
Continue reading “I’m Unwell and We Need to Talk About It”