It has been some time since I have been able to write about my experience with my black dog. Mainly because taking care of my black dog took most of my efforts in the past few months. Stress and anxiety over never being good enough, depression and wanting to die and being too scared to […]Read more "Back again"
After a lifetime of living with depression, it was not depression that almost killed me, but paranoia. Over the course of about a year of working on time-consuming experiments with the ever-present threat of the end of my research contract and work-sponsored UK visa, I became more and more convinced that I was being secretly filmed in the […]Read more "If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad – Sylvia Plath"
I was going to post every week on a Sunday morning, but I could not sleep this morning (I am slowly reducing my antidepression medication which means I have a lot more energy in the mornings, perhaps too much energy) and so I have written a post based on a meeting I had yesterday. I started a […]Read more "Working time regulations"