Time to bore you all with personal drivel. Stability has, sort of, lasted. A fortnight of down has been pulled out of. Productivity has occurred. I might even manage my own ridiculously high standards one day. I stress that I am inordinately lucky, my idea of failure is not everyone’s, my experience of mental illness is not everyone’s. I’ve only lost about a decade of my life to reduced capacity (so far?), and my reduction was/is not what it is for everyone.
- Category Archives Mental Health
Apologies for lack of blogging. Short version: I’ve been working too hard and I am changing careers, so things have been a little tough. Enough of that, on with today’s blahg.
Today’s verbose rant is vomited forth for a simple reason: Someone Annoyed Me On The Internet. The topic: Remote mental health “diagnoses”. So with a little expansion and adaptation, I’ll repeat what I said to this person. Continue reading
“In the Truth there is no news, in the News there is no truth” Early 20th Century Russian saying.
We all know if it bleeds it leads and that hyperbole sells. We all know sensationalism gets the punters in. And, yes, we know it’s orthogonal to the facts on occasion. The Sun has provided us with one such occasion recently. In this particular piece of news, there really is not just little to no truth, but a very great deal of harm.
Trigger Warning for frank discussion of mental health issues and suicidal thoughts.
Where to begin? I’m sat here finishing off the last glass remaining in a bottle of ~39 year old calvados I splurged on 6 months ago. Calvados being one of my favourite things, and at the time I had the money to splurge a little. Not that I am impoverished now, but I would not do the same thing. Winning a work related prize (which I did in March) brings out the self indulgent in me! And yes, I realise I am supremely privileged, lucky, and undeservingly so. Such is the legacy of being born to hard working, loving, middle class parents in 20th century southern England. The blessings I had before I was even born do not go unappreciated, intellectually, politically or ethically. Enough further self indulgence. (Because blogging is not so self indulgent I have disappeared up my own backside. That’s right out. Put it out of your mind. The very idea.)