The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (part 1)

Mental illness in any shape or form takes a huge amount of courage, not to mention energy, to overcome. The most important thing to remember is that nobody can do this for you; they can offer help, sympathy or a blind faith in sedatives. If you are to achieve anything in terms of mental illness, it has to come from within.

every day I notice moments when I’ve veered into dangerous mental territory and managed to pull myself back from the brink

This is perhaps the most important thing Alex has yet said on her blog. It is a crowning achievement to a life that has thus far been truly horrendous.

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Why, the phrase”I hear voices” is woefully inadequate in summing up the horrendous nature of mental illness (1)

I would like to draw your attention to an excellent article that expresses the realities of what mental illness feels like.

My own blog deals with issues far more subtle; but any one of them could lead to a point where people are no longer able to handle their own lives. In this respect, I regard this young lady’s attempts at expressing the things she’s gone through as being some of the most important writings on the internet.

The things she has suffered are things we – that is to say, the majority of people alive today – will suffer. And I mean suffer Because if we carry on in the casual and irresponsible way we are today, that is where it leads.

A mad new world

I am lucky enough to have a friend who has the same diagnosis as me. (Lucky in the sense that it means that I have someone to share my experiences with, not because it gives me a really broad and diverse spectrum of people I can claim to be close to).

Anyway.. she has had the same kind of experiences that as I have had; not entirely the same, because no two peoples experience of mental illness will be identical, but similar enough that when I start ranting about crazy stuff, she can follow what I’m saying.

With her I can talk about absolutely anything. There is nobody else with whom I could be so candid and so in depth about my symptoms and my bad days, most people would be lost at the first “tic, voices, triggered, frustration, memory, tic” loop; most people would be left wondering what the…

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Some truths about paranoid schizophrenia

[I only stumbled across this blog today, it is worth a look as it is both charmingly written and has deep insight. It looks at the world from a very different viewpoint to my own, which is truly inspiring. Enjoy the read, I did! – Gem]


The title to this entry indicates that I believe there is some mysterious underlying truth beneath the label and psychiatric diagnosis of schizophrenia; something which is not commonly known, and w…

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Reverse Engineering The Imagination.

This looks so much like Misho that I really melted. Yes, pretty kittens do work! Mind you, Misho as a grown cat is a lovely animal.
I really melted when I saw him, he looks so much like my Misho! Yes, pretty kittens do work! Mind you, Misho as a grown cat is a lovely animal. (See Note 5)

My last post concerned the way computers don’t read. All they do is process information, irrespective of whether the zeroes and ones are to do with the colour of the image of a fluffy kitten on Facebook, a pixel that depicts part of the tail of the same kitten, the input of the user to post a ‘like’ on the image that their friend posted… to the computer, it is utterly irrelevant what those zeroes and ones mean. Computers don’t think, leave alone imagine things.

Now to many unimagniative people, Rudolf Steiner said some remarkably daft things.

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Sitting At The Back Of A Bus.

A 42 bus outside the main railway station at Stuttgart

Actually it was on the back of a number 42 bus in Stuttgart, and I was on my way to see a friend who lived on the Ameisenburg.

It didn’t take long, it mightn’t even have lasted ninety seconds. The effect on me was profound and rumbled on for the next four weeks. You see, it was at the time of a housemove – not just in the city, but to Britain. No mean consideration, lots to doubt about and plenty of stress! There was the flat and its contents, storage, new homes in the UK, transport, jobs and goodness knows what else.

And on top of all this… BANG!!

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