Life Over Lucifer

Choosing Life | Mental Illness & Me

Not Going Out: Anxiety

To bring attention to a mental health issue which has affected more than 8.2 million people in the UK, my post today is one on anxiety. Anxiety is a relentless and dread-inducing illness that leaves its victims battling to keep up their work, education and relationships. It can come in the form of social, generalized, PTSD, obsessive-compulsive and panic anxiety disorder, to name a few. Its physiological and psychological symptoms are often exacerbated by a society (members of which can include our friends and family) which at times does not take this excruciating illness seriously.  Continue reading “Not Going Out: Anxiety”


In the Media: Lady Gaga

The Importance of Taking Time Out and The Danger of Stigmatizing Medication

Long-term mental-illness survivor and advocate Stefani Germanotta (more commonly known as Lady Gaga) has recently been quoted in multiple news outlets discussing her struggles in the past and present with her mental health. This is on the verge of her new album release, which comes three years after the release of “Artpop”, having taken some time out of music in order to prioritize her mental health. Bravely, she has spoken about falling ill to depression and an eating disorder back in 2013:

“I became very depressed at the end of 2013. I was exhausted. I was angry, cynical and had this deep sadness like an anchor dragging everywhere I go. My light completely went out.”  Continue reading “In the Media: Lady Gaga”

A Backstory: Mental Illness and Me

My first experience of depression was at the age of twelve, out of the blue, on an otherwise mundane day. It was sudden and it was frightening and, at 12-years-old, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. This initial child-like experience of depression felt like I’d had a translucent rose-tinted veil over my face my whole life, only to be made aware of it when someone had lifted it from my face, revealing the world in its true, dire form. The truth being: that living was pointless seeing as our inevitable death would eventually negate everything we did or said, that we simply exist without purpose. Happiness and humour went, then sadness and anger, and finally hope. The array of normal human emotions disintegrated, their place taken by (paradoxically) an overwhelming sense of numbness. And on such a seemingly mundane day, a pin dropped and everything changed.  Continue reading “A Backstory: Mental Illness and Me”

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