What really happens in somones head?
Admission to a psych hospital and beyond; my personal depression experience.
Hello all, I’m back. I took a bit of a blogging break for a while there. I read somewhere that we’re all basically big gooey organ filled, high thinking batteries and sooooo…..we should drop the things that drain us and keep those thing that charge us back up
My last blog was a while ago. I found myself drained doing them. Almost like sitting in an actual therapy session but without the support. I have started to miss blogging though.
So I’m back!!
Loopy x
Tonight I begin delving into my issues around food. I’m typing this during the break off our first session. It’s group therapy, on zoom. Not really therapy, but more a supportive group type thing.
It’s awkward and stressful and yuck. It didn’t help that they thought I was a fella. Good start there loopy, maybe ditch the cap for next week.
Our first task: decide which twig we are. Seriously! Pick a fucking twig.
I scribbled one down. It’s broken and bare, and fat. Ugly and fat.
Stick with it Loopy. x
What really happens in somones head? 