Being home is weird, people you vaguely recognise from years past and you can’t go out without seeing at least one person you know; primary school, high school or college, they’re all there. At Easter I went out with some friends from college and outside the club some of the twits from high school who [...]
Posts Tagged ‘manchester’
Hometown Glory
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged home, manchester on May 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
That sinking feeling
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birmingham, CMHT, manchester, university on April 19, 2009 | 4 Comments »
That sinking feeling is back, the one that hits at an inconveinient time, like on the A38 into Brummie land. Coming home from holiday, being in Manchester for a day and then going again really didn’t help, I wish I could have either gone from holiday to Brum, or not gone away (however lovely it [...]
“Keep safe, I want to see you at Easter”
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged depression, manchester on April 2, 2009 | 4 Comments »
If we’re talking of achievements, I’ll have that one. The target of Easter has been reached, she’s seen the evidence I’m still here. I need to find a new point to keep going for, my life shouldn’t be an endless stream of ‘just a few more weeks…’ but it is at the moment and I’m [...]
Letting people in
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged counselling, doctors, manchester on March 31, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve lent a few people keys to inside me today; firstly my doctor in a thank you card, my counsellor and Gracie.
I decided to give my doctor this link because I trust her and I wanted to give it her (I could ramble again about it’s a shame she’s leaving and blahh but I’m sure [...]
Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll go and eat worms…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birmingham, blogging, depression, eating, manchester on March 3, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I’m in a rather melancolic mood, that’s all. I’ve been stupid in some things I’ve said, and I can’t accept being told things that I already know. I already knew that, too, but tell me and it’ll make me cry. The situation is fully resolved, I know that but I keep on harking back to [...]
Time flies, history repeats
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birmingham, eating, manchester, tally, university on February 6, 2009 | 16 Comments »
Being the boring person that I am on this friday evening, I’ve been looking at my wall on facebook: present day back to day one.
It’s scary to look at, not to see how I’ve changed, that I can see the depression taking over more and more; but in fact the opposite: how it was always [...]
Scared of the future
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birmingham, manchester, MHW, university on January 10, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I know my move back to Birmingham tomorrow will be easier than last time; I know people, I’ve had a routine there, nothing is so new as it was when I moved down there for the first time in September. It doesn’t make it any easier for me, though.
I’m really scared of being alone again, [...]
The happy medium?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hope, manchester on January 6, 2009 | 8 Comments »
I’m feeling pretty good today; nothing is bugging me or playing on my mind, I’m not impulsive, just… happy. Nothing is getting me down, I’m relaxed and enjoying things. I like this.
Christmas is finally over, too. The decorations came down today, and summer will be here soon enough. Summer is good. Mind you, so was [...]
Home?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birmingham, depression, home, manchester, suicide on January 2, 2009 | 5 Comments »
I close both locks below the window.
I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.
And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.
Pink cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends [...]
The well worn path
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged depression, home, manchester, myself, NYE, suicide, university on December 29, 2008 | 8 Comments »
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 [...]
