When you ignore the alarm bells
An actual photo of me in hospital These past two weeks I haven't been coping. In fact, I write this post from a hospital bed. I've been pumped full of drugs and have only just woken up after a 12 hour sleep. Thankfully I'm not seeing purple elephants or recieving directions from the devil (I promise this has never happened before), but I feel like I'm back to square one and it's a horrible feeling. The unpredictable nature of mental illness makes it so difficult to live with. For me, it's always under the surface, but I can cope, with meditation, mindfullness, yoga, and healthy eating. I'm sure many of you know the self-care drill. These things help immensely, until they don't anymore, and the fake face you had painted on peels off for the world to see. Putting on a face for the world has become all too familiar for me When my old foe comes to haunt me again, things go south fairly quickly. Life continues at its usual crazy pace, b...