This post contains discussion of chronic suicidal thinking. There are no actual suicides described or images. Please read at your discretion.
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I was sitting in the office of my Pain Management Specialist. Also in the office was a medical student. I know most people don’t like medical students sitting in on appointments, but I don’t mind. They have to learn about the patient’s perspective somehow, and because in New Zealand their exposure to mental health, as part of their training, is so small, I think it’s vital that they get all the exposure they can get. Continue reading
When Ruby asked me if I’d like to contribute to Canvas I was excited. As in really excited. As in ‘I’m a bit bouncy and excited’ excited. I bounced around for a bit, being all excited and then it started to dawn on me that if I wanted to write something for Canvas I’d actually have to sit down and write something. If I’m honest I sat down to try and write something quite a few times. I’ve always been a perfectionist. And I’ve always been struck by the irony that when you’re a perfectionist there is no such thing as perfection. Continue reading
It finally happened. Officially, I mean. I’ve reached the end of the line. After six-and-a-half years of extremely intensive psychiatric treatment, the first fiveish with an incredibly bright, creative, thinking-outside-of-the-box younger doc; the last year-plus with a man long experienced in the mood disorder game (not to mention numerous consults along the way), it has been made manifest.
Exactly one year ago today, I filed the above post on my personal blog, I Was Just Thinking. . . It was remarkable for many reasons, but the major one was it detailed what had happened to me two days prior.
On March 3rd, 2012, I went to bed in the midst of what had been a severe, protracted mood episode.