At the start of this Summer I was the lowest I’ve been in four years, yet as Autumn makes itself fully known I’m in the best mental state I’ve been in probably for a decade. I don’t know what it is that has triggered this drastic change in the way I think and consequently feel, perhaps 24 is just a magic age, but for the first time in forever I am reasonably ok with being me.
Today marks exactly one year since I won my 16 month battle against the DWP and was granted my Personal Independence Payment (PIP) and the prospect of Uber being banned from London is terrifying for me.
Over the past week or so I’ve written a lot of blogs in my head but none have been typed out or posted. They’ve all been too depressing or angry, too filled with uncontrolled emotions to format into an actual piece. You see, describing the last few months as bumpy is a drastic understatement. I …
When people discuss co-morbid metal health issues and ongoing conditions the main focus is often the difficulty of coming to terms with one’s diagnosis. When it comes to epilepsy I never had to do that, I was diagnosed at the age of three, it’s always just been a part of who I am. However, every single day I have to come to terms with the daily impact it has on my life.