I am Hannah, its not my real name, but I like it. I am eighteen and in my first year at a big university in a big northern city. I dont really know what is wrong with me, nor do the CMHT. This blog trys to explain this un-named thing going on in my head. Since June 2008 this blog has had. Coloured mind and scattered thoughts.

My Answer to New Year. A sleeping pill and a lorazepam and pass out til morning. Limbo and Not the Dancing Kind. What is the Point! The Benef.

I am eating Halloumi for breakfast lunch and dinner. Yes, I was exaggerating for effect.

Elephants, Razors and Lunacy. There is a story of a little girl who was late home for dinner. Her mother demanded to know why.

As are people in general. I wish I was an actual human, but that is a completely different post. I love my mediaeval life, it is so much more suited to me, less based on socialising, more skills based and more structured. I am a competent woman, and a confident one when in my medieval garb. It was my birthday last weekend too. Friends made it a very good birthday.

Another week, another mental assessment. Remembering to take the meds. Guess time will tell? Just back from a week .

Just the ramblings of a girl with a variety of mental health problems. Will it go further than cutting? Who fucking knows. My ramblings and random thoughts. I also had a psychologist that I saw regularly but as I wrote recently I stopped seeing her due to .

8230;but thinking of starting a new blog. Fresh starts and all that. I was almost-recovered and hence completely forgot to update. But since beginning treatment for PTSD, I am now not-very-recovered-at-all and so thinking it might help to start writing again.

Blog for Survivors of All Kinds of Trauma and Abuse. She writes that she feels this forgiveness because this man is able to see his wrongs and change his life, but that she feels unable to forgive her own abusers, who never even admitted they abused her.