Tag Archives: depression
Walking through treacle
Does it ever feel like you’re walking through treacle? Does it ever feel like a struggle just to put one foot in front of the other, just to complete the most basic of tasks, just to keep your spirits up … Continue reading
The Embrace
I speak to my Mum and hear the relentless passage of time. In her voice, I hear my difficulties, struggles, doubts, insecurities and pain, magnified a hundred times, exaggerated by age, by decades spent alone and by the absence of … Continue reading
Boys can cry too
It’s been ages. So long, in fact, that I’ve had a birthday since I last posted and haven’t even blogged about it. I’m now 44 – and wondering how long I can keep blogging under the name, ‘From Forty With … Continue reading
Tears on the Tube
Happy New Year! OK, so it’s Jan 26th and I’m a little behind. Where has the month gone? There was a mixture of glumness in the early days with some very predictable back-to-London, back-to-work blues, followed by some lovely trips … Continue reading
Extreme self-care
A few Fridays ago, I took my first anti-depressant, just half the dose my doctor had prescribed. On the Saturday, I took the remainder of the scored pill I’d sliced in half the day before. Then on the Sunday, I … Continue reading
The life I want to lead
Have you ever had the feeling that the life you’re leading is so far removed from what you want it to be or what you expected it to be at this age or stage of your existence? I had that … Continue reading
Be still my beating heart
I have a box of anti-depressants in my handbag. Citalopram to be precise. I’ve opened the box and read the leaflet but the foil is intact, the pills unswallowed. I picked them up after seeing my GP on Monday. They’ve … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 