Still here, still on the ward. I’m not booked in to see the consultant until Monday, so I guess I’m here til at least then. It’s tough blogging from my phone so I’ve been writing entries on paper ready to type up when I get back to the real world. On...

Every word is a struggle so I’ll be brief. It’s a struggle partly because I’m on my blackberry and partly because I feel like an absolute mess. On the bright side, it’s good typing practice. I know I said the other day that you don’t get admitted...

I’m still here, still breathing. I saw the CMHT Monday morning.  They were good, they asked me all the usual questions we know so well, no more no less.  Then they left the room for a while while they decided what to do with me.  You don’t get...

So my mother phoned the crisis team last night.  I was spacey, suicidal and hearing the Voice in my Head.  I say was, I in fact still am spacey, suicidal and hearing the Voice.  I’m putting a trigger warning on this next bit as it includes a rant...

Things are not good at the moment.  That last dip turned out to be nothing more than a blip, but this time around it’s getting bad.  I’m plotting my death, gathering Equipment.  I’m not really up to writing much at the moment, I’m not really up to...