Already a Ghost- Visual Journal 26th June 2016

image

Advertisements

No Escape from the Monster Within – Visual Journal 25th June 2016

image

The Therapy Session I Almost Walked Out Of

I am renowned,  both personally and with those who look after my health, for being incredibly calm, compliant, patient and willing to try everything. But today I thought that might all change. I approached this session, as I do most, with intense apprehension: even after 3 months,  I still don’t really have a feel for… Continue reading The Therapy Session I Almost Walked Out Of

Safe Spaces

Recently I’ve been fortunate enough to have some help in creating a lovely little space of my own, full of things to comfort, encourage and soothe me.

This picture of this magical safe place and my beautiful healing kitten, Hope, sums it up nicely:

image

I think that finding or developing a safe space is a really valuable tool for everyone struggling with their mental health. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy; it could even be as simple as a really soft blanket to wrap yourself in or somewhere where you can sit and mindfully listen to nature. It’s just about investing some time and thought in to being kind to yourself, developing a routine that encompasses this element of looking after yourself, and having one more thing to add to a crisis or safety plan.

I’d be really interested to hear about or see pictures of your ‘safe space’, or your thoughts on the topic!

Molly x

The Pain of ‘Days’ (re: Fathers’ Day)

Days of emotional, familial, cultural or religious importance can be painful for many; for some of those suffering with poor mental health, it can be downright unbearable. Perhaps the day serves to remind one of an absent, neglectful or abusive person; perhaps it intensifies loneliness; perhaps it triggers elements of illness such as flashbacks; perhaps… Continue reading The Pain of ‘Days’ (re: Fathers’ Day)

Without Hope and Too Unwell to Write

Currently, I’m struggling massively and am very unwell. I’ve started so many posts or thought of so much that I want to write about, but just haven’t been able. It’s a fight to see each hour through. It’s a fight to continue breathing.  It’s a fight that I don’t know that I want to win.… Continue reading Without Hope and Too Unwell to Write