Meet the Seat
Well hello there, say hi to my low chair. It’s where I park my arse for therapy weekly and weakly at ward 13. It sits on the subordinate side of […]
Well hello there, say hi to my low chair. It’s where I park my arse for therapy weekly and weakly at ward 13. It sits on the subordinate side of […]
It’s the same everywhere, isn’t it? Government facilities offer unparallelled opportunities to “hurry up and wait”. And we wait. And wait. For hours – placid as cattle. There’s just no […]
Greetings and salutations, o best beloved and beleaguered bipolar tribe; now stand still while I dump some links all over you. Parental advisory for foul language later in the post. […]
-“My nighttime sedation… my little piece of heaven the hours I’m not conscious of what’s happening in my reality”
It was a ward 13 Wednesday yesterday, for therapy and to get meds. Starting and titrating Clozapine, tapering off lamotrigine and sertraline and chlorpromazine. Weekly white cell counts for a […]
Source: One in three South Africans will be affected by a mental illness in their lifetime, according to the South African Stress and Health Study published in the South African […]
After an episode I’m usually left totally exhausted, but also overwhelmed. Not necessarily by things I need to do (although that is sometimes the case), but more so because I find […]
Mondays always seem to come around far too quickly, dragging along their own brand of anxiety tinged with depression, making for an almost insurmountable week. Here at Our Lived Experience […]
What makes us different? It is not just our diagnosis, it is how we share it with the world and how we relate to each other because of it. It […]
Today’s post is a particularly heart-rending one. The subject is absolutely not specific to parenthood where there’s mental illness involved, and it’s very much about motherhood universally. It’s brutally honest […]