Where are we? Something isn’t right. I can see you walking through the door of the ward, holding my first ever classical guitar within its battered 15 year old case. The case is dripping in scraps of shoelace, red, yellow…
Tag: suicide
Why it’s okay you weren’t there
I’m now programmed to reach out during a mental health crisis. This took years of psychological training. I used to introvert myself, cut off the world, turn to drugs and alcohol, self harm and, if it got really bad, make…
PODCAST: From Survivor to Thriver Episode 63: “Sometimes you’ve got to sit in it”
Lisa, a mom, parenting author, nationally syndicated humor columnist, and a podcast host, is also a survivor of suicide loss, having lost her father when she was ten. She grieved the loss of her father twice, as she was told…
I Will Survive Myself
TRIGGER WARNING: Strong suicide, self harm, bipolar, depression focus. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make it. My dad didn’t. He took his own life at 57, plummeting from a cliff’s edge, alone. I guess he had a nice view in…
PODCAST: From Survivor to Thriver E48: “Music was the only outlet that wouldn’t judge me”
Johnny is the Founder and CEO of Cope Notes, a mental health service that uses daily text messages to train the brain to develop healthier thought patterns since, as he says, “negative thoughts don’t schedule an appointment with you.” As…
PODCAST: From Survivor to Thriver E.38
Nick Jonnson: “If we can talk to each other, miracles are possible” Nick, Founder and Managing Director of Executives’ Global Network (EGN) Singapore, is dedicated to raising awareness and eliminating the stigma around the phenomenon of executive loneliness. He made…
PODCAST/VIDEO: From Survivor to Thriver E.35
Steve Phillip: “Be brave enough to ask the questions…” As a business executive, Steve ran a successful consultancy practice for more than 11 years, providing coaching and training and as a keynote speaker in the world of social media, sales…
Be gentle with others this Halloween
Halloween has become an incredible festival of colours and costumes and fun; with blood and monsters and all sorts of creatures from the dark coming out. But it’s not fun for everyone. For some people, it can be upsetting and…
Lonely
I’m lonely. I’m in my 40s and really don’t think I have any friends. I have people I hang out with, sure. But if it came balls to the wall, not so sure that anyone would be interested, apart from…
Should I tell my Work?
I’ve had mixed experiences of telling my work about poor mental health. I struggle to tell those close to me when I’m feeling down or anxious so telling anyone at work seems like the a pretty hard mountain to climb….
Letting the Child Grow Up
This is written to share experience of dis-ease of the mindbody and to support others in their own journeys of self-discovery, transformation, and manifestation. I have suffered chronic depression, anxiety, intrusive and sometimes suicidal thoughts and, in hindsight, quite an…
Tales of a Patient’s Mental Health Journey
My advice to anyone going through mental illness is to allow love, friends and family into your life. Don’t shut people out when you are at your most vulnerable. It can be hard to do and you might want to…
I Forgive me
I had a meltdown the other night. After apologising to the people that love me, one suggested I write a letter of forgiveness to myself – and try to stop saying sorry. I always apologise for myself, my feelings, my…
The Power of Friendship
Friendships can come and go, flitter in and out, can simply feel like an instant connection and/or develop into a deep relationship over time. The friend this message was from was of the latter two, and she doesn’t know that…
Saviour – STRONG CONTENT WARNING
“Your mum is on her way,” says a distant voice, barely audible through the tirade of electromagnetic currents trafficking through my mind. I’m not sure, but I think I might be in a hospital. I’m not dead. At least, I…
When a Loved one Chooses to Leave us
I had just returned home from a work trip to France when I was confronted with the news that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention and my stomach rise into my chest. I felt…
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