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.
I’m day 4 into my new medication. So far so good. Nothing like the Olanzipine I was first given. That drug is horrid. Knocked me for six and then some.
This new one, seems OK. So far. I’m due back to work on the 24th.
Its been ages. AGES.
Its been trying. Ive been off sick since January. Im aiming to be back in April.
I have Bipolar 2, and a new drug to try.
Lets see shall we.
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!
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.
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.
It’s been ages. Aaaaaaaaaages.
I’m still writing. I’m still waiting for a diagnosis; although I’m closer now than I was. We have 2 possibles, Cyclothemia and Bipolar 2 Disorder, as well as a care plan and monitoring plan to confirm a solid diagnosis. At least I’m not Jesus eh.
Work in progress. Very slow progress.
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.
Back in October I decided to take part in National Novel Writing Month. I didn’t finish. Most people would be disappointed but I was elated. The book in my mind had started to form chapters.
For years characters and their lives strutted through my mind. Demanding my attention and when receiving it they shied away. Cheek.
In October my muse appeared and my ideas came to fruition. Despite life stresses and struggles. Anyone with a mental health illness knows how hard it can be to function day to day. Being able to push through that AND produce thousands of words with ideas for more is a triumph.
My muse slunk away when real life reared up. CHRISTMAS. It was approaching and my muse couldn’t compete.
She reappeared today and gave me a title for my 2nd book in the Acacia May series. A tad cheeky as book 1 is still untitled.
I’m glad she’s back!
After a lovely, but cold, day, I got home to my husband saying that the washing machine had leaked and flooded our hallway. Our carpeted hallway.
Typical really, on New Years Day. Management Agents office is shut. I’ve emailed and left voicemails. Chances are at the earliest they’ll call back tomorrow. Or Monday.
So of course, we are trying to do the best we can to dry out the carpets. The fan has been going for a good 3 hours now. I’ve used towels to soak up the excess, and some microfibres cloths too. Which are a lot quicker to dry than towels.
When, BAM, an idea. A real eureka moment. Until the husband came into the hallway, with an amused “WTF” expression on his face.
There I was, laying a floor of Always Ultra Night time pads. On the carpet. To help soak up the water.
It’s not like I can use them, they’ve been sat unused in the bathroom for over 18 months (thanks allergens!) and the packs were opened, so not like I could donate them. Made sense.
They work like a charm!
Makes me wonder what else I can use them for……