Yesterday, one of my best friends got some absolutely awful news. When your best friend sounds like she needs a shoulder or two, then you get on a train and give her your shoulders.

Which is why I find myself sat on a train heading north, allowing daddy and little duck to have some bonding time. 

And of course all of the most appropriate songs start playing on my Spotify.  Proper tear jerking songs.

Goddamnit Spotify.  

14

Day 14 of new meds, all good so far.  Appointment with psych next Monday to discuss, and also back to work too!  I’m looking forward to it.

In other news, I’ve been trying my hand at website building.  It was a definite learning curve, but I’m quite chuffed with the results so far. Now just need to add content and off we go!

Oh! and Emma got into her first choice school, well our first choice school for her.  Shes going to school in September! When did my tiny 6 pound girl become so big?!

Mind Our Minds

I’ve (in the last 5 months) become very involved with a new non-profit organisation called Mind Our Minds UK. Leading a team of Social Media and Public Relations volunteers.

Soon I’ll be raising money for the company too, as we aim to become a charitable organisation. 

We focus on improvement of NHS services and all staff on the team are service users too, with varying experiences of the UK Mental Health Services via the NHS.  

Please come visit our Facebook page or follow us on Twitter. We are currently working on our website (exciting!)

We also have an Instagram account too, where we share submissions from our members. 

I feel very honoured to be a part of this organisation. 

4 days

This week sees me travelling Northbound for a training course in Doncaster.  It means that I am spending a week away from my baby (Who insists that she is not a baby, but a big girl) and my husband.  Husband I know is anxious about being a single dad for the week, not only does he have an active and wayward toddler to look after and manage, but also his job to manage as well.  I am sure he will be fine. I will miss both terribly, despite having Skype.  It’s just not the same.  Roll on the days until Friday!

In the meantime, I am sat in the Virgin 1st Class lounge, on my second cup of coffee (free) with WiFi access (free) and aircharge ports.  Not to mention free snacks too.  I have 4 days of learning ahead. I haven’t learnt in a classroom environment in a very long time.  This should be interesting.

It also means that I am getting some time to write.  After all, I have some free time, plus my muse has come for a visit. Currently, after some heavy editing, I am on 15,314 words. Only 35,000 more to go.  Maybe this year I will complete it during NaNoWriMo.  Who knows, stranger things have happened!

Black and White

Today brought me the letter from the psychiatrist following my appointment last month. 

I know what we discussed at the time but it’s something else to see it in black and white.  I’m not entirely sure how I feel right now. 

That said, it’s a start. After consulting with another psychiatrist they’re reconsidering whether part of my treatment will involve drugs, which now means a whole host of test so they can determine my baseline and be able to work out dosages if they decide they’re definitely needed. 

The also want to see The Husband to see what his experience of my moods is. Husband doesn’t like having to see doctors or visit hospitals at the best of times. 

Reminds me of 360 feedback to be honest. I wonder if there’s one for MH experiences. Hmmmmm. 

Dear Diary

My psychiatrist said it would be helpful to keep a journal to help plot my highs and lows and to see if we can discover what triggers them. In order to get a firm diagnosis they need a clearer picture of exactly how I am emotionally, and how frequently, how far it ranges. They said it will take between 12 and 18 months of evaluation. 

Not only will it involve my own record keeping but also psychotherapy and 1 to 1 meetings with a mental health professional and maybe some CBT.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m pleased that I’m getting the help now but I’m also absolutely annoyed that it’s taken 2 years to get to this point. And then potentially another 18 months to solidly confirm a diagnosis. 

It may be Cyclothemia Disorder, or it may be Bipolar type 2. Without any type of treatment it could have developed into Bipolar type 1, and an inpatient treatment programme as opposed to an outpatient one.

I suppose it’s better late than never… and I got to buy a pretty new journal notepad. And pens. 

Then there were Two

Good grief. It’s been 4 months. FOUR.
See what happens when life gets away from you?

I’m still working on my Divine Series. I have 3 titles, 2 plots and one manuscript in progress followed by Zero publishers.
However that’s been put on my back burner for now.
The Muse has taken me in a completely different direction with a girl called Liss. It’s a stand alone story and seems easy enough plot wise. Probably need to start looking at e-pub formatting and software.

Hmmmmm wonder if there’s a kick starter for authors?

I should probably charge my laptop tbh.