Last week’s showcase was a reflective one, with a lot of us looking back; wishing we had spoken up, wishing that we had recognised problems earlier. But in a time when illness is the very thing that makes us reflect while we desperately scrabble for rhyme or reason isn’t it important to try to take time to look forward too?
Blogging about mental illness is a brilliant way of finding support and some cathartic release simply from putting things into words, but it can become a bit all consuming. There is a lot of negativity floating around the bloggasphere at the moment too, and frankly we all need a bit of sweetness and light sometimes!
Whether you suffer with mental illness yourself or whether you care for someone who does – in itself an overlooked and extremely difficult thing to go through – do you allow yourself to take some time out? Even just five minutes a day to do something just for you, or to simply do nothing at all. Focusing on the positives, however small, should be a big part of mental health blogging.
Well, I think so anyway, and that is why I am loving the Something Beautiful meme sprung from the mind of Cheetahs In My Shoes and highlighted in last weeks showcase. This linky runs every Wednesday and it encourages you to take a step back from life, take some time out and allow yourself to see the positives.
What have you seen that’s beautiful today? Was it a glorious sunrise, a pan of your favourite food cooking, something your child has done, a miracle of nature or just something that other people wouldn’t have stopped to notice but made you think ‘wow’?
Skulls & Ponies – 5 ways to stop worrying
Learning from my experience of worrying and anxiety, I thought I would share a list of ways to help combat unnecessary worrying.
Singular Insanity – The Depression
I hide. I skulk and scurry.
I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact.
That’s when I get out of the house.
Mostly, there is nowhere to go.
The depression is hammering at me.
Pressing me down into the dirt.
Flattening me with its weight and blackness.
Burying me alive.
Suddenly, it hits me.
I hang my head, burying my face in my hands.
Without the kids I have no purpose.
If they’re not around, I am nothing.
Mammasaurus – And then my father died…
A few weeks into my first born childs life I climbed into the loft and hid. No one knew where I was and to be honest I wasn’t fussed on coming down. I was told by those around me to ‘pull myself together’ and that I was ‘attention seeking’. I don’t blame those who said that to me, if you haven’t experience a negative mental experience before then you really cannot begin to relate to how it feels. My heart goes out to any family member of anyone suffering with any sort of depression.
Purplemum – Waking up in hospital
It is five days until Christmas and I am still in hospital struggling with depression. I have been here for over a month now. I had expected to be here for a weekend.
Christmas is usually my favourite time of year. Being part elf and a big fan of all things glittery it is the season for me. I am tormenting myself with all the crafts and outings I would normally have planned for this time of year. It breaks my heart that I am (probably the depression talking now) ruining Christmas.
DorkyMum – PND: My Story
I don’t know what’s come over me. I seem to be in a confessional mood.
Not content with sharing the details of my birth experience last week, I’m now going to post about postnatal depression too. This is going to be a long post, so bear with me. The benefit of waiting three years is that it I will (hopefully) write about it more coherently than I could have done at the time.
Mrs Shorties Mind – An Exclusive Illness?
I think it is all too easy to assume that people who are successful or appear very ‘together’ could not possibly suffer a mental illness, for a start they don’t have anything to worry about, do they? A friend of mine’s husband suffered a breakdown and she and him were both very shocked as they thought ‘this doesn’t happen to people like us’ .
Catherine’s thoughts – Cancer Sucks
My SIL has asked me to take care of my brother and their daughter when she is no longer here. With no hesitation I say yes. She asks how will her daughter remember her. I tell her, she will be an angel, always watching over her daughter. I tell her Leah will always have her memories and no one can take those away from her. Cancer Sucks, plain and simple.
Romanian mum in London – Loo loo land or something Like that
Some days days are better than others. Some days are worse than others….. Today was one of the bad days. This year I was very happy for about 6 days…and really sad today. Today I had a meltdown. Today could be described like the life of a person with a bipolar disorder. I woke up quite angry and just couldn’t help myself. I was very nasty with hubby and boogie. Then I refused to go to boogie’s swim class and excused myself by saying that I want to clean up : “Cant you see this house is a mess?