It’s not goodbye, just goodnight ⭐️

Yesterday, four weeks and one day after my sister Natalie ended her life, we had the funeral. I can’t explain the anxiety and sadness it caused. But I know it really hit me when Natalie was outside our house and our transport came to take us to north thoresby chapel. Panic, fear, sadness, tears, anger,

Losing my sister and best friend to suicide.

How am I meant to start a blog like this? It’s been three weeks and one day. I was worried about my sister, natt and I called the police. I’m currently inpatient on a psychiatric ward and several hours later, police turned up at the ward, staff took me to them, told me to sit

Mental Health awareness week

“You dress nicely, you must be doing well”. “You’ve got make up on, you must be feeling a lot better”. “You’ve been with a friend? Wow you’ve really beaten this”. “You got out of bed, it just shows how much better you’re doing”. “You self harmed? But you’re not doing it all the time which