“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them” – The Bell Jar.
I have suffered from depression for the majority of my adult life and good deal of my teenage years, here I share my experiences and insights into something that has shaped my life profoundly, against all my best intentions and attempts to ‘pull myself out of it’.
I aim to be open and honest and that means often I will be rude, bitchy and erm, depressing. This isn’t a fluffy feel good blog, this is about what it’s like to live with depression the near constant voice in your head that tells you you’re a worthless piece of shit. This is my place to vent my anger and other assorted emotions; it is raw honesty. I might be depressed and loose my functionality half the time but my acerbic cynicsm is rarely tamed. If you feel I am being ‘too whiny’ and ‘self obsessed’ then I suggest you don’t read blogs about peoples personal struggles with depression.
I think that I have fallen in love with the title of your blog.
Thanks, though I can’t really take credit for ripping off Sylvia Plath. It does show off my pretentious ‘reads too much no wonder you’re bloody depressed’ side nicely though.
Not sure if I’ve introduced myself to you yet, so I thought here would be as good a place as any.
I’ve had your blog bookmarked for a while, I read though your posts from time to time and I really love what I’m seeing.
So hello, pleased to make your acquaintance, my name is Robyn and I am notoriously bad at introductions.
Thanks for the intro and the ego boost!
Hello!