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Confessions of a Serial Insomniac
http://serialinsomniac.wordpress.com
Candid and (I hope) well-written account of one woman's life with bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, depression and anxiety, including a full and frank discussion of the difficult process of psychotherapy.
Some of the material is disturbing and there is a lot of strong language. Nevertheless, I hope the blog can be humourous and entertaining and is at least an honest account of everything.
Recent Posts
Christmas Mourning
I alluded briefly to the fact that I find Christmas a profoundly difficult time of year the other week. I have hated the day and all its build-up since, I would guess, my early teens. I still do, and I rationalise it on the grounds that it is a com...
Wanking Yourself Sane (or at Least Calmer)
First Signs are a UK-based charitable organisation devoted to the prevention, or at least the minimisation of, self-harm. Whilst as regular readers of this blog will know, I don’t really see the big issue with (controlled) self-harm, I can an...
“I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me” – Therapy Sucks – C: Week 32
The best-selling text written on borderline to date is a book called I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me, by Jerold Kreisman. I am struck by how much that title applies to this weeks session with C, which was fraught. Fraught fraught fraught. In a wa...
I Ain’t Happy with the NHS…Again
This uncertainty with C is doing my head in. I spent this afternoon looking online and through Yellow Pages for private clinical psychologists in my area and found the sum total of two such half-decent practitioners, one of whom I’ve already s...
Be Angry With The Filthy Whore – C: Week 31
Thursday was fucking traumatic, a state of affairs of which you are probably aware given my citation of the disturbing imagery of Metallica’s Until It Sleeps that evening. You’ll have seen on that post that my iPod was reading my mind ag...
Until It Sleeps
The iPod has been acting as a mindreader again. I’m not in the habit of doing this as this blog is mine; my life, in my words. However, sometimes others just say it (whatever ‘it’ is) better than me, and this is very much one such ...

