Archive for the ‘Black Dog’ Category

After being on anti-depressants for over a year, I’m off them now.

I started taking them, under prescription, after I came close to ending it all; my life seemed bleak, with no prospects of improvement, and ending it seemed to be for the best for all concerned. (more…)

I’ve been thinking about writing a post for a few weeks, but my head space and suffering from the most horrific virus I’ve encountered put the brakes on the idea. I’m here now and I’m going to talk about my recent battles. I’ve been off work for just shy of seven weeks and I’m not […]

via My breakdown, My struggles, My fears — My Light, My Darkness

Source: My experiences and reflections on telling (or not telling) fellow mental health professionals that I have Bipolar Disorder

This is a lady who is training to be a mental health clinician, suffers from Bipolar Disorder, and in this article has related her experiences when she shared her issues with her fellow therapists.

It begs the question: If some mental health professionals cannot feel empathy for those colleagues who are also affected, then how can they truly provide a caring service to members of the general public with such issues?

 

The power of music

Posted: November 14, 2015 in Black Dog
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I’m not sure whether it is because I was brought up with music, but I find it can have a profound effect on me. I have a ‘Happy Playlist’ on my iPod to help me when I’m feeling low. Tonight I heard a piece of music that unexpectedly brought a tear to my eye. (more…)

Someone sent me a link to a Facebook post. To summarise, the poster had proclaimed that the way to beat depression is not to think negative thoughts.

Wow! What a revelation!

Except it isn’t. That is exactly how you beat depression1.

Simple, don’t you think?

Just like the way to get to the moon is to build a rocket. Or the way to get a gold Olympic medal is to win a race at the Olympic Games. (more…)

Sex and Drugs and Mental Health

Posted: October 19, 2015 in Black Dog

DrugsTonight I had to refill my little boxes with my drugs for the week. I’m normally pretty good at remembering to take them, but that’s because each week, if fill up the little blue boxes with the pills I am due to take.

Occasionally I’ve forgotten to fill the boxes, and consequently not taken my medicine for a day or two. but this isn’t the point I want to make.

Some of you will recognise one particular drug there – a low-level antidepressant. Those who are unfamiliar with the black dog illness may think that’s it, I’m being treated, end of story.

Sadly, it isn’t that simple.

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Can I have your attention…

Posted: October 17, 2015 in BDSM, Black Dog

I recently wrote about manners here where someone had let me down after arranging to meet.

Pianist James Rhodes recently posted this on Instagram:

This article highlighted something for me.

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