I can't say that the last few years have been fun on this particular day. One way or another I've managed to spoil what should be a lovely family day. It's often been my own ridiculously high expectations, of a day that will somehow not be filled with me thinking of my mum, which is… Continue reading And here we are again… Mother’s Day 2019
Last week I had a build up of my EUPD (Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder) symptoms. Nothing I could really put my finger on but I could recognise some of the symptoms Very tired, falling asleep even during the day Headaches not clearing Wanting to stay in my safe place Acting impulsively, making plans and cancelling… Continue reading An “episode”
Tomorrow will be the last of my 7 weeks of group DBT, Dialectal Behavioural Therapy. Unfortunately I've been ill for 3 of them but have managed to catch up with help from my new nurse. During that time I have also been told my psychiatrist has left. So since Christmas I have lost my CPN… Continue reading My final DBT
I have to remember on nights like today how far I’ve come. It’s hard because today I had a lot of things to do, a lot of places to be and lots of people to meet and I was overwhelmed from the moment I woke up. Instead of clearing my head, prioritising those things that… Continue reading Relapse of worry
I made it, I can't tell you yet that I enjoyed it or that I got anything out of it, but I did it. I came home actually feeling less positive and more helpless. I spent the whole group trying to answer questions in the right way, because it's a group. I don't want to… Continue reading Group therapy: week 1
Tomorrow I start a year long journey which I have already waited a year to begin and however well I'm handling my anxiety at the moment, I cant help it, I'm scared. Scared for so many reasons, I can hardly count them. WHY DBT?So what is DBT & why is it so important for those… Continue reading It’s D day tomorrow, D for DBT!
I sat gently tapping my foot on the floor as I tried to keep my eyes open after a disturbed night, the door knocked and I skipped a heart beat My night had been disturbed, not just through worry or a snoring husband, but the fact my HRT is still not quite working and the… Continue reading And breathe… my new nurse was lovely