Anon

Anon. A word that is so often next to articles, hymns, poems. The sign of no identity. I am (I hope) anonymous on this blog. I've written about this before, but it's going around and around in my head so it's being written down again. As far as I know, only two people I know…

I can’t think of a title: Bananas and Family

This is going to be a bit everywhere, I'm sorry about that. I've had some brilliant news since my last post: another cousin is expecting a baby! Second cousin number 22 will be born at some point in October... Some slightly sadder news on the baby front though, another one is going to have to…

Found out again

So there was a while back when a friend of mine found this blog, and then lied to me about continuing to read it after If asked on here for them to stop. I've got to ask again. Not the same person, a different one. You may just think that I'm being paranoid, but I…

Look forward to what’s going to happen

What's going to happen? An evening of fun with band, that's what. Yeah, psychologist happened, and it was a very good meeting. I said everything that needed to be said, and I am so proud of myself for that. Ironically, we had my two very good friends sat in chairs, and then two other people…

Just a little booster

I'm writing this in the waiting room at Leeds, I'm far too nervous so I'm just trying to get it out; apologies. I have a list of what to say. Just need to either say it or show it and it'll be fine. Bothe friends who were with me on Saturday have sent lovely messages,…

I’ve got to get it down or I won’t say it

Long title. Possibly long post. I'm at my psychologist on Thursday. It'll be an interesting visit. In the past week, I've missed a concert, self-harmed, had a pretty bad bout of psychosis, and generally fallen off the rails. I don't know where to start. Missed concert: I wrote about this on the day. I didn't…

You really can only just try

I'm sat here forcing myself to write. I'm not ok. I'm not alright. I'm not safe. But I'm not alone; I know I'm not alone. I just can't talk to anyone who has any connection with the university, which sucks as that's a lot of my support network. But hey, that's not for my sake.…

Made it

It's week 10, the second to last official day of term. I made it. I haven't done well this term. I've been having anxiety attacks all over the place, my stress levels are through the roof, I've spent a fair bit of time wanting to cry. Plusses? I know who my friends are. I've got…

So, things happened

My housemate moved out. I'm not happy about this, but some awful part of me feels horribly relieved. A huge black cloud has gone and I feel better which is horrible. So much confliction. Today we send the emails to YUSU and Student Support about (I've forgotten her pseudonym) our first year me. I'm preemptively…