Hi Ho Hi Ho It’s off to CBT I go

At some point before 4pm today I have to call someone back to arrange an appointment. The person I have to call back is a counsellor that my work have arranged for me, and the appointment is for some Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. I would quite happily keep all of this stigma filled information to myself, and embark on journey number ‘whoknows’ into the world of putting my brain back on track, but what is the point in passionately spouting off about

LOVE THE LOOK OF THIS BLOG AND THE MESSAGE IS REALLY IMPORTANT.

Broken Light Collective

Photo taken by a woman who has suffered from severe depression. She hopes that by telling her story that she will help fight stigma, and help people to understand things like self-harm that seem so hard to understand. She would also like to help other people suffering to feel less alone, and maybe even share the spark of hope.

About this photo: “It took me fifteen minutes of searching through every drawer in my house, but I finally found the one piece of orange clothing that I have. I’m wearing orange in honor of Self-Injury Awareness Day. I know every day is some other awareness day, but this one happens to mean a lot to me. As someone who has been down the path of self-harm, and had people I love dearly who have been there, I feel terribly and empathize for all who are suffering enough to self-harm…

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