The comedown started on Monday night. I hid myself in the ‘fishbowl’ as I like to call it- a small room with glass windows on two sides. It was probably a former nurses watch post, and literally fits just a chair in it. But it’s the only place on the ward that gives you a… Continue reading Back on planet earth; the comedown
Quick update. I was hospitalised on Valentine’s day and was diagnosed as having a ‘manic’ episode as part of bipolar disorder. The past week or two feel hazy, surreal, and I’m only now starting to come down after being pumped full of haloperidol and lorazepam. I’m due to start lithium tonight. It’s all scary…I mean,… Continue reading Swinging from the chandeliers
I remember one time in hospital sitting up writing in my curtained cubicle when one of my favourite nurses came in to speak to me. It was the middle of the night and I couldn’t sleep, despite being dosed up on 400mg seroquel, zopiclone and lorazepam. I think I might have had a bad evening,… Continue reading 2mg of Diazepam and a Pair of Jeans
Today the doctor tells me I am most definitely not depressed and that we need to take me off my antidepressants immediately. I protest when he tells me I am high, that we need to ‘level things out’. He tells me ‘you are sitting crossed legged, with pink hair, playing with a tangle toy and… Continue reading Medication Overhaul
Back in July I asked my GP if there was anything that could be done to help reduce my self harm scars, thinking at best she would offer camouflage makeup or silicone gel strips, but instead she referred me to a plastic surgeon, saying he might use laser treatment on them. I knew the referral… Continue reading Self-harm scars-a new treatment?