#10: Being Productive Whilst Hibernating

The coronavirus is affecting absolutely everything. So I have zero things to do with my life, it’s odd – BUT I wrote a hugeeee list of things to do whilst not really leaving the house much (obviously wonderful for mental health recovery!). I will post pictures of the list down there somewhere. BUT surprisingly, I’veContinue reading “#10: Being Productive Whilst Hibernating”

#9: Staring Into Nothing

Wowzers, two posts in three days – who am I and what have I done with my usual, avoidant self?It’s the first day in the big self-isolating house. And, honestly, I’m already becoming stir crazy. Spent the morning trying to shake off anxiety and sadness like a dog shaking off water – it didn’t work.Continue reading “#9: Staring Into Nothing”

#8: I’m Back!! And I’m Still in a Whirlwind of WTF.

Not that anyone reads this so I’m unsure why I’m making a big deal about me being “back”. But I am, anywho. I’ve let this blog go stagnant because of a) a realisation I didn’t know what/who I’m writing this for, b) I end up getting distracted by a trillion different things and procrastinate toContinue reading “#8: I’m Back!! And I’m Still in a Whirlwind of WTF.”

#7: No Man’s Land

Christmas is over *pause for applause and sighs of relief*.I mean, I’m sure it was lovely for some of you – lucky bastards – but even you must be wiping your eyebrows saying ‘phew’. No more basting, no more wrapping, no more eating carrots for the reindeer at 1am, no more countdowns, no more ElfContinue reading “#7: No Man’s Land”

#6: A Bad Day with Eva Cassidy

This whole week has been bizarre. Flashbacks are eating me alive, sadness is scooping me out like a melon, loneliness and regrets and stupidity line my socks like fluffy remnants. I’m almost too exhausted to even riddle it out, to think about any of it. Pain, past, presents. Christmas is so close that I canContinue reading “#6: A Bad Day with Eva Cassidy”

#5: Trying to Shoot, but Missing the Pull. (An inebriated post).

So, this week has housed death. Death and sadness and silent screams for theses poorly people. People touch your lives, there’s no escaping, no harmonies that can cover the under-night whispers and moans at three when the tea trolley’s late. (SIDE NOTE: This entire blog post was written in a blurry 5am smog, I wasContinue reading “#5: Trying to Shoot, but Missing the Pull. (An inebriated post).”

4: Half pride, half grinch.

I shall start off this post with the fleeting positives. I am sticking to my budget – what, me? – I am working more shifts and enjoying my job, I am doing my DBT homework in between group and one-to-one and sharing – sometimes far too much – in group. (And yes I did haveContinue reading “4: Half pride, half grinch.”

3: The First Step is Bloody Scary (plus a ramble about binge eating..ya know, cause I’m all about the fun stuff).

So, my CPN thinks i’m ready to take the plunge. Having seen her every week/fortnight for 9 months we’re stepping it back to once a month. Eeeeek. I’m very happy that she thinks I’m stable enough, level enough, prepared enough to lessen the support. I mean I do have a million other weekly support stuffContinue reading “3: The First Step is Bloody Scary (plus a ramble about binge eating..ya know, cause I’m all about the fun stuff).”

2: Lemon Tart and Imessages

Another day in the life of recovery/ish/sometimes – i’m in part time recovery. Ha, who am I kidding? My entire life is therapy at the moment. My schedule runs a little like this: Monday: sometimes working, Tues: DBT group in the morning and my addiction councillor in the afternoon (I get a free lunch onContinue reading “2: Lemon Tart and Imessages”

1: The Cafe

Hi. My name is Liv. I am a mess, a writer, a singer, a mental health advocate, performance poet, a weirdo, a nerd, a human (sometimes). Welcome to the rubbish bin for my brain, I guess. The cafe is warm, it smells of Christmas and I feel self-conscious of the darkness inside of me, likeContinue reading “1: The Cafe”

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