depression - pills vs talking therapy

Depression, the black dog, that gloomy cloud that envelops your being from morning to night. That feeling of dread. Doom. Waking in the night. Crying for seemingly no reason. Self harm. Spending money you don’t have. Not going out. Going out too much. Alcohol. Drugs. Poor body image. Feeling unloved, unlovable. Shall I go on? I’ve suffered on and off with depression since my teens. A looong time. I was on Prozac (now known as Fluoxetine) in my early twenties. It didn’t work for me. I felt numb, dulled-down, not myself. I’ve been on a fair few different types of anti-depressants over the years. TooRead More →

I’ve been lucky enough to reach the ripe old age of 39 and not have a close encounter with the Big C. Friends and family members I’ve lost have not suffered from cancer.  Until now.  My Bestie’s beautiful mum was diagnosed just over a year ago and now cancer is stealing her from us.  And I’m fucking angry, no, I’m livid.  How dare it? How dare this disease walk into our lives like it owns the place and take someone so wonderful? My Bestie and I grew up together, both of us were only children so we spent most of our time together, right upRead More →