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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Aethelread the Unread 