Depression Tribe

I live in Sheffield with my best friend - a patient, saintly and horribly underpaid mental health worker - and three cats. I grew up in London. I love and miss my family - especially, these days, my two year old niece - but there is so much they can't know about me.
I am currently working as a graphic designer for the local newspaper, but in their wisdom they are moving production to Leeds at the end of the month, so I will be made redundant.
I do occasional voluntary work at a cat shelter. Or I did. I seem to be too tired these days.
It's hard to do most things these days.
I am single and barring a soulmate coming by, happy to remain so. I have coined the term bicelibate. I'd like to adopt some kids someday.
I used to write every day, but have had writer's block for two years. It makes me want to tear my hair out.
I have five psychiatric diagnoses, at least two of which are wrong. I have suffered severe depression and anxiety since I was fourteen, which has been exacerbated by PTSD. After years of psychiatric malpractice, I have found a wonderful therapist and am getting the help that I need.
I felt very hopeful when I designed this page in springtime colours. I don't feel that way now. It might as well be winter.

Theatre (watching and performing); art; live music; reading; singing; faith in whatever you like; random acts of kindness.

Politicians; being patronised; NHS psych wards; people who tell you to pull yourself together; people who use religion as an excuse for hating eachother.

Anything by Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Margaret Atwood, Phillip Pullman or Kurt Vonnegut

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