Friday: WildWoman

I was on the tail end of a severe depressive episode when I decided to go and sleep in a cave by the sea. My friend Jon and I were on our way to Cornwall for a multi-day hike and we found ourselves homeless in Dorset for our stopover, so we smuggled ourselves into a... Continue Reading →

In Search of Myself: A Review

Before the play had even started, the howling vocalization practices coming from the actors as they prepared to go on stage reminded me of my first disrupted night on a psychiatric ward. Little did I know I was soon to be thrust back into my vivid memories of psychosis and relive the nightmare that happened... Continue Reading →

Wednesday: MoodMedication

I was high as a kite throughout the first half of January. Whilst others were commiserating Blue Monday, the most depressing day of the year, I was excitable, full of prospects and had taken on at least 20 new years resolutions. I was fun, happy, bouncy and stimulating.   Because I wasn’t taking my pills.... Continue Reading →

Tuesday: RollerMania

"RollerMania": it sounds like the name for a tacky rollerskating venue, but this is actually what I call the period just before I went into hospital. When I was studying about bipolar in medical school, the idea of being manic seemed pretty attractive- being hyper-aroused, grandiose and full of productivity.., who wouldn’t want that? And... Continue Reading →

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