I’ve been here before. My feet drag along the path I’ve walked before, not once, not twice but many more times than that. The path to hell, the unpredictable one, the unsafe one; the one that is the same every single bloody time I go down it. I know how it starts, I know how [...]
Archive for December, 2008
The well worn path
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged depression, home, manchester, myself, NYE, suicide, university on December 29, 2008 | 8 Comments »
I am who I am
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged citalopram, home, myself on December 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I am who I am.
I am the daughter who shouts loudest, laughs loudest, is totally unrestrained and is always jumping around. It doesn’t matter who, why when or what, chez moi I’m always jumping and shouting. This morning I realised I don’t think I’ve ever heard my sister shout or jump around in the house; [...]
Things that I don’t deserve
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged christmas, decisions, MHW, therapy, university on December 28, 2008 | 5 Comments »
I’ve received some lovely things for christmas, or bought in the days following christmas:
Two notebooks from my parents and a purse I bought today
It doesn’t look much on the hanger, but it makes me feel great when I wear it
A necklace I got from my sister. I’m tempted to make it a thing I wear [...]
100 posts.
Posted in Uncategorized on December 26, 2008 | 11 Comments »
I think at this point it has become clear that I write too much, too often, seeing as this blog was only started in september!
For those of you interested in stats:
My most read post is Got tagged, innit from October with 150 hits. This being because some people got a bit click happy about her [...]
Christmas just slammed it’s festive door in my face.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged christmas, depression, university on December 25, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I’m feeling pretty empty and lonely, which funnily enough, is not what christmas is about. All day I’ve been at my aunt’s sitting and sleeping and occasionally nibbling but that’s it; I’m too old to be excited about what will be under the book case next to the cat’s scratch post waiting for me but [...]
Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged christmas, eating on December 24, 2008 | 2 Comments »
And so will I. I’m dreading it. 2 days of force feeding, of having to eat all this food; I feel sick at the thought of it. I can’t say that I don’t think I’ll ge tthrough it, because I know I will, but thinking about it I’m squirming in my seat clenching my teeth [...]
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death on December 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
You’re dead; I just don’t know it yet. How much longer will this go on for? How many more times will I have the shock realisation that you are dead and that on wednesdays we don’t visit you any more? That when I drive past your house, no-one’s in… because you don’t live there any [...]
Looks like we made it!
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged university on December 22, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Wow, 12 weeks have flown by, clichéd but true. I don’t know where to begin; so much has happened but I guess it comes down to the fact that I’m still alive, although on August 25th I was exceptionally certain I wouldn’t make it through, through that night but when that failed, that week, then [...]
Welcome to the world of calorie-counting low-fat eating.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged eating on December 21, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Please take your seats and your washing up water like “yogurt” will be served to you soon. Lunch will be 1 sandwich and an apple and desert is a kiwi. Thank you for eating at Kate’s house.
I really, really need to go food shopping. I can’t stand all this low fat business, I was proper [...]
Alone, but not alone
Posted in Uncategorized on December 19, 2008 | 4 Comments »
In a crowd you can still feel lonely.
I’m alone; with no-one to speak to. How long, just how long until I can speak to someone? The “wait until after christmas and you’re back in Brum line is growing old”.
Can I not scream? Can I not shout? No, I can’t. Because no-one knows.