Category Archives: Childhood memories

Valentine’s Day

It seems to have become something of a tradition on this blog that I cobble together a post commenting on my tragic singledom on the occasion of Valentine’s Day.  Now, I’m all in favour of blog posts that crop up … Continue reading

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According to Dr Internet, my hippocampus is f*cked

…and not in the good way.  Allow me to explain. The BBC recently put a suite of what they call mental agility tests online.  The idea is that, based on how well you do in the tests, you get a … Continue reading

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Some things going wrong, something’s going right

You know something’s going wrong with your eating patterns when you find yourself struggling to make room in the freezer for a new frozen ready meal because of all the old ones you never got round to eating, having decided … Continue reading

Posted in About me, Cheerful stuff, Childhood memories | 8 Comments

Bloomin’ christmas

First of all, sorry for mentioning the c-word at all.  Second of all, sorry for mentioning it when there’s still 3 weeks to go.  If you’re anything like me, you’ll try to avoid thinking about chris that particular festive occasion … Continue reading

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Psychotherapy: a retrospective

Anyway enough of my recent moaning – self-indulgent whining has its place on this blog (after all, I am mentally ill, and sometimes I can’t help myself), but it’s not something I want to get into the habit of when … Continue reading

Posted in About me, Anxiety, Childhood memories, General mental weirdness, Psychology, The NHS | 3 Comments

I can never go home

As I mentioned away back at the beginning of this blog, my mum died in January.  My dad died about 5½ years before that.  That means two things.  One is that I don’t have my parents around any longer.  I’m … Continue reading

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How pathetic am I?

In the past 48 hours, somebody somewhere will have typed the final full-stop on the novel that everyone is going to call their masterpiece.  Someone else will have had an idea that in 30 years time will have changed the … Continue reading

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This is why i resent my illness

This is why I resent my illness. I’ve always been a little bit nervous, I’ve always been a little bit shy.  No-one would ever have called me the life and soul of the party.  (Or, if they did, you can … Continue reading

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