Scary and Damaged

As we all know by now, I am dark and twisty. Scary and damaged. Sometimes I write about my adventures in depression and other mental health issues in the hopes that writing about it will help me to understand it. I make sense of the world by writing about it, so sometimes the best thing I can do to overcome a problem is write about it. Bonus points if some of what I say helps other people who are struggling with similar issues and problems. For that reason, I have decided to create an index page of all my posts about depression and other mental health issues. Here you will find links to everything I've written about my adventures in depression, including posts about fighting through it, being screwed up and life in the dark place.





Please note that if you are after my dark and twisty fiction, you need to head over to The Dark and Twisty Place. Friendly reminder that everything in there comes with a trigger warning.

As you read through these, please remember that having depression or other mental health issues does not make you less of a person. Mental health problems are not something to be ashamed or embarrassed about, and are just as real and serious as any other illness. Although that being said, I often feel embarrassed to admit I am not always rainbows and butterflies. Whenever I start to feel like that, I remember the words of my favourite dark and twisty person in the history of forever: Meredith Grey. She is seriously my spirit animal, you guys. Like you don't even know.



If you are struggling right now and you need someone to talk to, please remember that I am always ready to listen. I know that sometimes we feel alone and like no one cares, but that's never the case. Someone always cares, even if it's just an internet stranger willing to listen to what you have to say.

Stay safe Xo



[In order of newest to oldest]


Patterns in Behaviour.

Therapy.


I am alive, I'm just playing dead.

It's so loud
Inside my head
With words that I
Should have said
And as I drown
In my regrets
I can't take back
The words I never said

Relapse.

I fell apart
I fell apart
I fell apart
I fell apart
I fell apart.




On allowing yourself to feel better (because if you don't, the Universe will kick your ass).




A letter to my younger, severely depressed self.



Looking back and realizing how much has changed.




On regret.




On learning that good can come out of even the most horrible situations.