Volunteering at Hombelaku, a Psychiatric Rehabilitation Centre
“Go upstairs,” he said, looking at me intently, searchingly. I stared back at him, puzzled. “I need to go out,” I said, hoping he would…
Observe your insecurity: Questioning my way out of the Imposter Syndrome
“You have to do this today. This is the only way to redeem yourself after a terrible week” I told myself. I folded up my…
Remembering Me: Am I more than just my anxiety?
The beginning sounds like an eulogy, but it isn’t. This article is a reminder to myself to remember and acknowledge that I am a person…
Dad, Death and all His Friends: Conversations with Schizophrenia
I have been thinking railway tracks. That’s too messy. And what an annoying pain in the backside, not only for the family, but also the general…
My depression & yours: Coping with kindness
Onward, Though Your Feet Be Stumbling ~ Anonymous I am healing. It has been three years of self-destroying, painful despair. Three years of terrifying mood-swings,…
Breach
The tears are welling up in her eyes; I can see the breaking point unfold in slow motion like a crash test video. She finally…
Marked
I like scars. Hurt is inevitable; a rite of passage. It hunts us all. But I would not like to be anchored to my injuries, unable…
Understanding & accommodating the neurodiverse – everyone’s responsibility
I have social anxiety, and for most of my life this made me believe there was something wrong me. This perception of being inherently flawed…
We’re not mad, you and I, just broken: Finding the right bandaid
‘YOU HAVE NOT SEEN WHAT HAPPENS AFTER DRINKING, YOUNG LADY. I HAVE SEEN HOW THESE THINGS RUIN YOUR LIFE!’ I sat across this thundering man, wondering…
Not shy, I’m neurodivergent: Social anxiety & me
When I was five years old, I was terrified of my kindergarten class teacher. She often shouted at the kids in my class for ‘misbehaving’…