Tag Archives: Psychiatrist

A million steps back. *ED Trigger*

Yesterday started badly anyway. I weighed myself, although I knew I shouldn’t, to find I had put on a pound. It was stupid, it was probably water weight, but it set my mood to negative before I had even started. I went to work, and was getting on with things but it was steady progress […]

Still going well.

I am making sure I continue to blog when things are positive so you guys can see that there ARE good times through the dark. I always feel I don’t need that release when I am okay, but as time goes on I realise this blog is just as much about helping others through their […]

Consultant Appointment today

The re-arranged appointment with my new CPN Karen and the consultant was today at 2pm. This morning I went to work and managed to sort out most things outstanding, which was good, it felt good to know I wouldn’t be too worried about things at work over the christmas break. Hogan came to work with […]

The real reason why Borderlines avoid the hospital…

Talk to many of us suffering from BPD and you will find, on the whole, we are much happier tending to our own injuries (including stitching ourselves) rather than going to A&E (The Emergency Room for you Americans) and getting it done by a doctor. Personally, there are times for me when I have found […]

Skills Training Manual for Treating BPD – Chapter one discussion

di·a·lec·ti·cal/ˌdīəˈlektikəl/ Adjective: Relating to the logical discussion of ideas and opinions. Concerned with or acting through opposing forces. So, I am going to start my journey with DBT from the very beginning. I want to understand it all, I want to understand the very basics so that is where I am going to start. I […]

Progress?

So I went to see my psychiatrist this morning, Dr Cranmore. To be honest, I was pretty suprised to see I had a appointment booked with her because several months ago I was discharged by my CPN. We discussed the fact that I am starting to feel as though I am heading downwards – the […]

Thoughts

Yesterday didn’t improve as the day went on. I spent the rest of the day watching films and trying to decide whether to drown my sorrows with Valium or alcohol. In the end, I did neither, just watched the movies and went to sleep. My mum came into my room this morning and asked why […]