Daily Archives: October 10, 2015

World Mental Health Day

Today is World Mental Health Day. And that’s all I have to say about that. Well actually I have this to say as well: take your medications, see your psychiatrist regularly, talk to a therapist, go to support groups, do meditation, relaxation and yoga, have a wide circle of good friend with whom you get together regularly, have something meaningful to do in your life, have meaningful relationships with significant others, raise your children well, pets are good if you don’t kill them, and viola! You will have oodles of mental health. Oh yes physical exercise, don’t forget physical exercise. And if you still end up in a psych ward in some hospital, well then you just get better and do all those things all over again. But, truly, if you do all of the things above, chances are slim to none that you will ever be an inpatient in a psych ward. Good luck to all of us with mental illnesses on this World Mental Health Day. 


so what do YOU link?

Today is World Mental Health Day; I don’t actually have any (mental stealth perhaps), but to all the people who do – mazel tov, you fine and fortunate fucks! My other announcement is that I have given myself a surname and it is haasbroek. It means rabbit trousers (rabbitpants!) and it really is a surname.…

so what do YOU link?

Today is World Mental Health Day; I don’t actually have any (mental stealth perhaps), but to all the people who do – mazel tov, you fine and fortunate fucks! My other announcement is that I have given myself a surname and it is haasbroek. It means rabbit trousers (rabbitpants!) and it really is a surname.…

so what do YOU link?

Today is World Mental Health Day; I don’t actually have any (mental stealth perhaps), but to all the people who do – mazel tov, you fine and fortunate fucks! My other announcement is that I have given myself a surname and it is haasbroek. It means rabbit trousers (rabbitpants!) and it really is a surname.…

Scaredy Cat Postscript

Back to Normal 10:10:15

Houston, all systems nominal.  Green lights across the board.

Roger that, “Purry 1.” Glad to have you back onboard.


Tired and Depressed

I’ve been struggling for a few days and just feel down. I need to simplify things.

I love my blog and all of you on here. I think about each of you as very real people and I care about each one of you.

But I am struggling to find things to write. I feel very flat and most of all tired. I despair of true recovery. I think there is only short remission.

I want to take some time off from writing. I’ll be around reading and hanging out. But I will miss you.

Hope I feel better and I can write soon.

If you need to reach me, feel free: [email protected]

hugs,

lily

Tired and Depressed

I’ve been struggling for a few days and just feel down. I need to simplify things.

I love my blog and all of you on here. I think about each of you as very real people and I care about each one of you.

But I am struggling to find things to write. I feel very flat and most of all tired. I despair of true recovery. I think there is only short remission.

I want to take some time off from writing. I’ll be around reading and hanging out. But I will miss you.

Hope I feel better and I can write soon.

If you need to reach me, feel free: [email protected]

hugs,

lily

We’re Still Here: World Mental Health Day, 2015

Beverley Minster, Sept 2015

Out for a stalk: Beverley Minster, Sept 2015

Warnings for: frankness, mention of suicide, & a plea for goddamn gun control. Oh, and swearing. And also Kula Shaker, because I’m a middle-aged hippy wannabe

Sooner or later, mental illness is going to get you: you, or someone you love. So there’s no use crossing that road, or asking us to ring that crazy warning bell: not unless you fancy having a jingle yourself.

With one in four adults, and one in 10 children likely to have a mental health problem, you can dodge that mental health stigma bullet, but you just can’t hide.

Not for long.

Speaking of bullets, the recent shooting(s) on American campus(es) have of course saddened me, but they’ve also got my bipolar goat.

Lincoln-like imp stands in for bipolar goat: Beverley Minster

Lincoln Imp-wannabe stands in for goat: Beverley Minster

Based on the non-scientific poll that was my Facebook feed, quite a few people in America seem to believe that the way to prevent yet another mass shooting is to stop people with mental illness from buying guns.

Nice one, but how are you going to screen out the people who develop mental health problems later on? I’m no bookie, but I’d say a one in four chance is pretty high odds. And that’s merrily skipping over the fact that more Americans die in arguments gone wrong, and accidents, than from other people going postal.

Maybe, some people just don’t care.

Don’t care whether or not they, or someone dear to them, gets shot, and dies.

Don’t care about mental illness, because it’s never going to happen to them.

To borrow from my Christian upbringing, “in the midst of life, we are in death”. And in the midst of comparative mental health, we all carry the possibility of mental illness. And if you think it’s okay to carry a gun in your glove department,  or to walk around a dime or department store with a gun either openly carried, or legally concealed, then, well, please let me know.

Because I’ll make a swift exit. A polite one, mind, because gods know I don’t want to piss you off.

The “we” in the title “We’re Still Here” is those of us who battle with mental illness. Because sometimes, it is a battle. If you think it’s easy to live with bipolar, or schizophrenia, or personality disorders, or the more common mental illnesses of depression, and anxiety, well … wanna buy a bridge?

Part of a bridge: London, 2014

Part of a bridge: London, 2014

Some of us, of course, aren’t still here. Because we’ve killed ourselves. In some cases, with guns. Which – given a long history of suicidal thoughts, and several attempts – I am never going to own, or live in a house where one is kept.

The wheels of my bipolar bus – which are often wonky – all but came off recently. And yet, I didn’t shoot anyone.

Not even myself.

Why? Well, for starters, people with mental illness are much more likely to harm themselves, than others. Those school shootings and “going postal” events made and continue to make the news because they are unusual. Never, of course, unusual enough.

I also live in the UK, where guns are hard to come by. Which is a good thing, as it significantly drops the odds of my ever shooting myself. Plus, battered and frayed at the edges though it is, we still have the National Health Service (NHS). So I can get some help with my mental health without having to think about “copays” (1), employers’ insurance, and other, bankrupting worries.

We also have several excellent national mental health charities in the form of Mind, and Rethink, as well as a brilliant anti mental health stigma campaign, Time to Change.

Please, America: ditch those guns. You can put some of the money saved on mopping up after shootings into physical and mental health care.

Oh, and happy World Mental Health Day.

More hoots, less death, please: Chatsworth, 2015

More hoots, less death, please: Chatsworth, 2015

(1) Whatever the hell they are.

We’re Still Here: World Mental Health Day, 2015

Beverley Minster, Sept 2015

Out for a stalk: Beverley Minster, Sept 2015

Warnings for: frankness, mention of suicide, & a plea for goddamn gun control. Oh, and swearing. And also Kula Shaker, because I’m a middle-aged hippy wannabe

Sooner or later, mental illness is going to get you: you, or someone you love. So there’s no use crossing that road, or asking us to ring that crazy warning bell: not unless you fancy having a jingle yourself.

With one in four adults, and one in 10 children likely to have a mental health problem, you can dodge that mental health stigma bullet, but you just can’t hide.

Not for long.

Speaking of bullets, the recent shooting(s) on American campus(es) have of course saddened me, but they’ve also got my bipolar goat.

Lincoln-like imp stands in for bipolar goat: Beverley Minster

Lincoln Imp-wannabe stands in for goat: Beverley Minster

Based on the non-scientific poll that was my Facebook feed, quite a few people in America seem to believe that the way to prevent yet another mass shooting is to stop people with mental illness from buying guns.

Nice one, but how are you going to screen out the people who develop mental health problems later on? I’m no bookie, but I’d say a one in four chance is pretty high odds. And that’s merrily skipping over the fact that more Americans die in arguments gone wrong, and accidents, than from other people going postal.

Maybe, some people just don’t care.

Don’t care whether or not they, or someone dear to them, gets shot, and dies.

Don’t care about mental illness, because it’s never going to happen to them.

To borrow from my Christian upbringing, “in the midst of life, we are in death”. And in the midst of comparative mental health, we all carry the possibility of mental illness. And if you think it’s okay to carry a gun in your glove department,  or to walk around a dime or department store with a gun either openly carried, or legally concealed, then, well, please let me know.

Because I’ll make a swift exit. A polite one, mind, because gods know I don’t want to piss you off.

The “we” in the title “We’re Still Here” is those of us who battle with mental illness. Because sometimes, it is a battle. If you think it’s easy to live with bipolar, or schizophrenia, or personality disorders, or the more common mental illnesses of depression, and anxiety, well … wanna buy a bridge?

Part of a bridge: London, 2014

Part of a bridge: London, 2014

Some of us, of course, aren’t still here. Because we’ve killed ourselves. In some cases, with guns. Which – given a long history of suicidal thoughts, and several attempts – I am never going to own, or live in a house where one is kept.

The wheels of my bipolar bus – which are often wonky – all but came off recently. And yet, I didn’t shoot anyone.

Not even myself.

Why? Well, for starters, people with mental illness are much more likely to harm themselves, than others. Those school shootings and “going postal” events made and continue to make the news because they are unusual. Never, of course, unusual enough.

I also live in the UK, where guns are hard to come by. Which is a good thing, as it significantly drops the odds of my ever shooting myself. Plus, battered and frayed at the edges though it is, we still have the National Health Service (NHS). So I can get some help with my mental health without having to think about “copays” (1), employers’ insurance, and other, bankrupting worries.

We also have several excellent national mental health charities in the form of Mind, and Rethink, as well as a brilliant anti mental health stigma campaign, Time to Change.

Please, America: ditch those guns. You can put some of the money saved on mopping up after shootings into physical and mental health care.

Oh, and happy World Mental Health Day.

More hoots, less death, please: Chatsworth, 2015

More hoots, less death, please: Chatsworth, 2015

(1) Whatever the hell they are.

Asking for Help

A little over a week ago I wrote that my mood was on the way up, but it was a good kind of up, although I wasn’t discounting the possibility that it could go too far.  A few days later, it started to go too far.  Nothing extreme, just driving too fast, going wandering late […]