You're going to have to excuse me, if I'm repeating myself here... I probably am. I normally do, after all. But....... a good thing has happened, and I'm always moaning on about the bad stuff. SO I thought I'd share a good thing. I’ve been dancing on the edge of the dark place for quite a … Continue reading Dickens, Dante, Dahl & Depression
And now, the end is here And we have bowed our final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear You’ll get through this, of this I'm certain The show, yes it was great We’ve battled each and every slow day But now, the Blues it is Deal with them My Way ... Enough of that … Continue reading The Post Show Blues
I want to talk about something that scares me. I want to talk about death. Suicide, more specifically. There’s been a lot of news coverage over the last week about the tragic deaths of Anthony Bourdain and Kate Spade to depression. I have suffered from depression all of my adult life, but I have never … Continue reading Suicide is Not Sweet
I've been doing a thing recently. I make lists of things that I can do to actively make me happy, or things that are SO brilliant, that even just thinking about them brings a tiny spark of joy. Contrary to the rumours, I am not *quite* as stupid as I look, so I do realise … Continue reading Better is Good
As you may, or may not, have gathered, I am depressed. LOL! Put the violins away, I'll only end up smashing them. Because anger is my overriding mood at this particular moment. It's not the only one. The infamous bleak outlook is here, but look at the news. Is that any surprise? The most sunny, smiley, … Continue reading You Won’t Like Me When I’m Angry
Hello! It's me again. Giving my tuppence before anyone has asked for it. What can you do? I'm just a pain in the arse like that. You're welcome. I've actually started a couple of blog posts over the last few weeks, which I haven't got round to finishing because I was distracted by work, or … Continue reading Riding the Trough of the Wave
Brexit Negotiations begin today. What a time to be Alive, eh? Before I begin, first, my apologies - I promised myself I wouldn't blog about politics, but this is about politics having an impact on mental health. Now... for those who are reading this and don't know me, I'm going to be dreadful and self … Continue reading You May Say I’m A Dreamer
I was in a show tonight. It was a night of short plays about Race, Religion and Culture in modern society. The woman who was hosting the night was a singer (A very good one), and in light of both the theme of the night, and the recent events in Manchester and London, she closed … Continue reading A Love Letter to Those Who Help Us Through It
Tonight I was in a meeting. I was snappy and I was moaney. And afterwards I sent an email to everyone who was there to apologise and allude to why that was. I got some lovely emails telling me that I hadn't been. But I know those people. Those people are genuinely lovely, they just … Continue reading You ok, hun?
Who doesn't love an Ace of Base lyric, eh? Oh, you don't? Bit weird. Anyway... Hello! Are you sitting comfortably? Brilliant. Then I'll begin. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. That is what I don't want this blog to be about. Me. It will, despite that, probably be a lot about Me, because they always tell you … Continue reading “I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign”
My Name is Not Debbie 