Panic Stations (or ‘How Worried Should We Be?’)


I have had panic attacks in the past, fortunately they have been rare.  Until now.  Has a perfect storm of circumstance conspired to create this sudden anxiety, or is it something more than that?  Although I haven’t experiencd a drawn-out and heart-crushing low for some length of time, nor a wildly excitable high, I have noticed that my mood changes more rapidly and more often than it used to.  My symptoms are more chronic than acute.  You would think this would be more manageable, but in some ways I had learned to live with those longer, rarer episodes.  I knew what to expect. Now I am spinning out between moments of existential despair and lively chipper-ness.  I’m finding it hard to deal with.  I think this is partly the source of my anxiety – will tomorrow be one of those inexplicable on-the-verge-of-tears days?  Will I be bouncing around like tigger?  Or will I have one of those delightful, peaceful ordinary days where everything is just-so?  The big question is – does this mean my symptoms are getting worse?  Am I more bipolar than I used to be, or is it just that some unhappy events have given me a bit of a shake-up?   What I should do is think about it less and do the job in front of me, whatever that might be of a day, but characteristically I have let this become a great big worry when only time will truly tell what the deal is.  And I’ve become a bore about it, I talk about it because I am trying to think through it, find a solution but what I am actually doing is saying the same things over and over.  *Yawn*  The trouble with panic attacks though, is you start to fret that you’ll have another until you have an attack simply because you’re worried about having one.  Meh.  I don’t do a job where I can take myself off and breathe into a paperbag.  That’s a worry. There is a lot of pressure right now to be at my best, and I’m not, which I hate.  I’m worried that I’ll reach that point where I throw everything up into the air and damn the consequences.  That would be really, really stupid.  But I have been known to do this.  I wonder if I even have an illness, whether I am not simply irresponsible, or selfish, or a bit-of-a-washout.  Or all of the above.  Maybe I am focusing on my mood swings because they are proof that I am struggling against something beyond my control, rather than just being a flake.  Wow.  So many thoughts, no wonder I’m in a panic.  The terrible thing is, life is good in the main and all this anxiety and dread could ruin it.  Again.  Maybe writing this will help get my thoughts straight…nope, never mind.  Perhaps I should try acupuncture…


Prophesies of Gloom…Employment Support Allowance/ Bedroom Tax



Can’t face the gauntlet of applying for ESA on the grounds of mental ill-health?  Fear not, there are plenty of suitable job opportunites available…

*reads ESA application forms and Work Capability Assessment guidelines, weeps and hopes never to need it*

And there’s a simple solution to the Bedroom Tax too…If you can get your hands on a wrecking ball or large hammer  (Miley Cyrus might have a spare)


‘Celebrities are making careers from mental health problems’ – discuss


Well, the internet got me good this week.  In a moment of rash curiosity I clicked on a link to an article and ended up on the website of a particularly unpleasant national newspaper.  I wouldn’t do this intentionally.  I deliberately avert my gaze in the Newsagents to avoid seeing this paper’s headlines because they tend to bring me out in pointless rage.  Anyway, the article was posted on what is usually a very helpful website, and I like a good old-fashioned debate so I clicked…’Celebrities are making careers from mental health problems…’  Had I read the small print and checked the source I would have resisted.  Honest.

Now there are several things that are obvious to me. If you’re tripping out on anxiety, sitting at home in the cold or dark because you’ve had to choose between heating and light, if you’re depressed and on the verge of eviction because you’re are barely surviving on benefits, if you are struggling with your medication and terrified that mental illness has made, or is going to make you, unemployable…(yes, I speak from experience) well, you’re not going to feel better because Ruby Wax knows what depression is like, or because Stephen Fry has spoken out about feeling suicidal .   Having said that, the book Depression and how to Survive it co-written by Spike Miligan and Antony Clare probably saved my life.  (And I do have a nerd-crush on Stephen Fry, but that’s beside the point I promise)

The idea that public figures should shut-up about mental illness now is ridiculous and dangerous.    I want people to talk about mental health until everyone is sick of it.  Until you could, should you so wish, reveal your schizophrenia in the same way you might mention your arthritis or any other debilitating condition and people will simply nod and ask you what you take for it and can you recommend a good specialist…

Who knows how many lives the embarrassed silence around mental illness has claimed?  To what extent the myths and  misconceptions have damaged and destroyed people?  You’d have to go back to the beginning of civilisation to find out.

Yes there are pitfalls when it comes to celebrities speaking out, people speculate about their motives and even the validity, or existence, of their diagnoses.  In fact some in the the media suggest it’s now ‘cool’ to be mentally ill (depending, it seems, on which illness you happen to have ) as if celebrities are advertising and endorsing mental illness rather than bringing it into the public domain.

Personally I don’t care if someone makes a mint from their illness.  I don’t care if they somehow get more work or greater exposure because of it.  Who does that hurt exactly? What hurts people is silence and stigma.  And you can talk about whether people are good or bad role models, you can discuss the wisdom of this or that person speaking out.  You can roll your eyes at rehab-celebrities and the negative press some might generate – but let’s face it, it would be hard to make the stigma of mental illness worse wouldn’t it?