What is Medicare?
This is one of the hardest blog topics thus far. This topic of Medicare is so complicated and this topic could go on forever. I have summarized the information that I feel will help others understand the in’s and out’s of Medicare, which is very difficult for those in need of health care.
Remission – Is it a Good Thing?
SAN DIEGO, CA July 30, 2013– International Bipolar Foundation (IBPF) announced that mental health advocate Scott Suckow has been named as the agency’s Executive Director and Ashley Jacobs has been promoted to the position of Director of Internal Operations.
What goes on in my head
Whilst away on holiday recently I became aware of the near-constant narrative that goes on in my head about food, weight, and appearance. This is my attempt at faithfully capturing the narrative in order to explore my eating issues which are, I am told, subclinical, despite how much they dominate my thoughts.
Racing, Obsessive & Grandiose Thoughts
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder eleven years ago. Over the years, I have become familiar with my symptoms and I’m actually good at recognizing them for what they are (which is a good thing) and addressing them. One of the main issues I have always had are my thoughts. Racing thoughts, obsessive thoughts and grandiose thoughts (although I don’t struggle with the last one since I’ve been medicated properly and stable).
BBC Radio 4 broadcast their candid look at postpartum psychosis (PP) on Monday 5th December 11.00-11:30am which included an interview with perinatal psychiatrist Dr Ian Jones an expert in postpartum psychosis and leading NCMH researcher.
What is it about stories of past episodes in our life. We all love to tell them. The amazing thing is we retell and retell the same stories to our family and friends as if they constituted a fresh audience every time.
Mental Health Stigma: My Story (Article 4 in the Stigma Series)
Article 1 - Mental Health Stigma: Myth vs. Fact
Article 2 - Mental Health Stigma: Problems that Result
It’s just a day in my life
I can hear movement in the house as I lie in bed, trying to convince my mind and body that it is time to get up. The front door opening and closing as my partner leaves to take his regular walk across to the local newsagents, music coming from my daughter’s room, her feet making contact with the laminated floor, probably dancing yet again, and the low tone of the television coming from the living room.