“I was discharged from inpatient at a psychiatric ward- it was the most challenging but eye-opening experience of my life, but I hope never to repeat. It has taught me so much about me, my illness and how to care for myself. Nearly 6 months is a long time to be away from your friends, family, school…and has allowed me to see the people who are actually there when the going gets tough and the people who don’t want to or can’t understand. I know I’m not 100% there yet, but I’m a lot closer to recovery than I was last year and I have never been more proud.”

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Healing wounds

“I was diagnosed with chronic depression for seven years with what seemed to be no direct reason, I just had no ambitions and passions to motivate me each day. When I realized the only reason I was sad was because of myself, I got medication and support from my family to help myself heal. However, I still have moments of weakness when I fall back into a depression-like state. Truly, depression, at least in my case, never went away, it just became less of a priority.”

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As I’ve mentioned before, I struggle with seasonal changes with Bipolar II Disorder. Right now, I’m trying to manage my anxiety and avoid a mixed episode. With this, I’ve noticed the importance of check-ins especially as I tend to keep to myself a lot. It let’s others know authentically what’s going on with me. It reminds me that others have lives as well but they still care about my well-being to want to know how I am. It’s appreciated on both sides. So I have 3 questions:

How are you feeling?

What are you struggling with? 

What are you proud of?

Me: I’m feeling anxious but I’m coping. I’m struggling with getting enough sleep. I’m proud of my awareness of what I need to do manage my anxiety.

Feel free to answer the questions or use them to check-in with someone. I know for me it makes me feel heard so I hope that’s the same for someone else.

**Trigger warning….weight/numbers**

“I’ve never been happy with my body. I was 10 stone and afraid even to wear shorts when the sun was burning outside. So I started a diet. I cut out certain foods and made my portions smaller. I exercised more and more everyday to try and lose the weight. By October, I was 8 stone, but I couldn’t stop. December had me weighing 7 stone, and by April, I was weighing just over 6 stone. In January, my parents noticed I was having problems eating and had stopped me from doing exercise after I went too far one day. We agreed that the problem was there, but it was one we couldn’t sort alone. I started seeing a specialist team who helped, but my physical condition deteriorated and I ended up in hospital. Now, I’m in an inpatients unit getting all the help needed to get me back on track, to get me healthy.”

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