What we build our self-worth around.


Self-worth is a topic that resonates strongly with many people with disabilities and mental health conditions. It rules the way you see yourself in relation to the world around you. Increasingly it seems to be about whether the skills you bring to the table can make someone money. I want to talk about where these attitudes are coming from, why they are harmful and what we can do as a society to combat this. 


“What do you want to be when you grow up?” 


A question that most of us were asked from a very early age. When you’re 7 years old you can answer this anyway you like. I mean unless you wanted to be Charizard… yeah I was a weird kid. By the time you reach secondary school however, it all sort of slips out of reach. I remember at age 13 I told my mum I wanted to become a writer. All I ever did was write; stories, diaries, music and poetry. I loved to read and spent my time escaping into Harry Potter books and the Darren Shan Saga. Imagine my disappointment when my mum discouraged me because ‘it wouldn’t make me any money.’ Our society often discourages music, art or creative writing, saying it should only be for the elite; the best of the best. What she and others said to me about this, kicked my confidence enough that I dropped the idea of a writing career and didn’t show my writing to anyone for years after. To this day I still don’t show my fictional writing to anyone. As I got older and was asked to make decisions about my future, I tried not to think about what I really wanted. When pushed I would talk a little about creative arts and I was always discouraged with, “don’t you want to have a career?” 


By the time I got to college I was completely aimless. I took A levels in psychology, biology, philosophy and photography. Why? No idea at all. I just wanted to find something people would be pleased with. The thing about studying subjects you’re only mildly interested in is you’ll probably do badly in them; which I did. The point I am trying to make is: At some point I knew what I wanted to do, but because it wasn't seen as profitable, I abandoned my dreams at age 13. 


I don’t blame my mum or the school careers advisors at all. They were only trying to help me out in the best way they could. They were teaching me exactly what they were taught; what most of us are taught. Our society mocks those who create, because it’s seen as being a ‘cop out’, like we’re just trying to avoid ‘real work’ that makes money. People rarely see art as a career choice. It’s not only the arts though. How often do you see people in roles such as cleaners and fast food workers laughed at for not earning enough? Who was told at school that if you didn’t work hard you’d end up flipping burgers? Certain jobs are seen as ‘better’ than others; causing a divide between these workers and those earning more. It creates an ‘us and them’ mentality, and I'm not sure that's entirely an accident. Conspiracy theories aside, we also live in an era where most people don’t have a lot of time to appreciate art. When money gets tight, we know that the creative arts are the first things to go. 


So why should we encourage creative arts in those who love them? Firstly, everyone starts somewhere. We have no idea of the talent we may have discouraged. You can only become good at something by practicing. It's important we teach children that they don’t have to be the best at everything in order to succeed. Believe me all that does is lead to anxious and overly eager to please adults, who think they have to fight to the top of the pile to be accepted and loved. Secondly, art and music does wonders for mental health. Doing something that brings you fulfilment, enjoyment and gives you a way to express yourself, can never be a bad thing. Thirdly, self esteem. Creating a piece of work that you are proud of can really make you feel in control of your life. Like you have worth, which is so important in a society that constantly questions it. 


What can we do to combat this idea that the only worth comes in the form of money? Mostly it’s about taking small steps to encourage ourselves. To go beyond what people are saying we should do and really taking a long hard look inside. If you want to draw, paint, sing, act, dance, or even write a blog, then do it! Don’t think about the money, because money isn’t the route of all happiness. Currently I make no money from what I do on here, but I love it. I can share my experiences and reach out to people I never usually could. It’s also therapeutic for me to be able to express my thoughts and feelings. It’s easier to write it down than to speak with someone face to face. Another thing we can do is to teach our families, friends and children that not everything can be bought. We can stop making fun of people with low income jobs and stop treating their roles as a punishment for not working hard enough at school. Bring your children up in a world that respects differing abilities and teach them this: 


You don’t have to make money from something for it to be worthwhile.  

See you later 2019

From what I am hearing from people, 2019 was a tough year. In the UK it was very politically charged and there was a huge amount of negative energy at every turn. Especially for those living with mental health problems and disabilities. Austerity has been hitting us hard for the past decade and I think some of us are coming to the limits of what we can cope with. Dual cuts to disability benefits and healthcare are leaving us in a position of desperation. So it’s no wonder we might feel as if we’re falling apart. 

I wanted to talk about the hard things that have happened in my life in this past year, but also the good that I’ve seen it in. And, how this next decade can hopefully be one of growth and wellness. 


It’s been a rough year… There is no denying that. 

  • I started off the year having an emotional breakdown, following a serious suicide attempt. I was admitted to hospital and I hit my lowest point since 2014. I had to have three months off sick from work and I really thought I was going to lose everything. I eventually went back to work, but I questioned if I could really keep this up.
  • My relationship got tough, because life got tough. And we felt as if we just couldn’t catch a break. I was terrified five years of our life together was coming to and end. 
  • I fought a battle to get the therapy I need. I wondered if I was going to be abandoned by services once again. 
  • In my struggle I lost some good friends, as I withdrew from the world. Some of them I got back, but I think the others are gone for good. 
  • The eating issues came back and everytime I looked in the mirror I despised my body. I found myself starving myself for days, eating too much at once and then making myself sick in guilt. I put on weight because my eating habits fluctuate so much. It’s a vicious cycle.
  • The night after the general election we stayed up to watch the results come in. I was so angry with the results, because I really didn’t think people could allow a government to stay in that made people with disabilities second class citizens. We have family so I know we’ll never be on the streets, but I thought about those without that privilege. 


But there’s also been so much growth… I’m looking to the future.

  • I broke through my mental health nightmare and swore that I would fight my BPD and survive no matter what. I used my experience in hospital to write an article that was picked up by boredpanda, that then went viral! I went back to work and cut down my hours in order to cope and stay employed. I’m now getting on a lot better and can continue to make a difference in people’s lives. 
  • My partner and I got through our difficulties together. Our situation hasn’t improved yet, but for the first time I didn’t panic and run. We will work through this together, because apart we don’t stand a chance.  
  • I refused to lay down after they told me I wouldn’t be getting DBT. I worked tirelessly to finally be heard. I’ve just received the news that the DBT group starts at the end of this month. 
  • I learned that some friendships end and there are others that don’t. People come in and out of our lives all the time. It doesn’t mean that we did something wrong. It’s just a fact of life. 
  • I learned to be kinder to myself about my body. I said no to old eating disorder habits creeping back in.
  • The night of the election results when I was so afraid of what would come over the next five years, my partner told me he would love me and look after me no matter what. He has always stood by me and I know that will never change. We have another five years to build an argument for a better government and a society that cares for others. 



I want to say thank you to everyone who made last year possible for me. I couldn’t have made it without the support and love of my friends and family. 

With everything that has been going on these last few years around the world, I really wish everyone the best for 2020. Stay strong, love yourself and each other. I’m going to continue doing what I love to do, which is helping people; in both my work and here on this blog. 

Out of Darkness Xxx

Happy New Year!

Hi all.

I hope you’ve had a good holiday period, and if it’s been tough then I hope you can find some time for your own health this January.

As for me I’ve really had a long, long year of it. Living with BPD is definitely an ongoing struggle, year by year, but this one has felt particularly rough. I started off 2019 in the biggest breakdown since the first one that lead me to the BPD diagnosis in 2012. I was admitted to hospital and had to take 3 months off work. I really thought my life was going to be over and I was going to end up out of work and lose my flat. The whole year after was spent trying to recover and trying to prevent it happening again. Myself and my partner put all our efforts into trying to get me Dialectical Behavioural Therapy. We knew it was the recommended therapy for BPD and I’d heard of so many people whose lives had been changed by it. Without it we knew my life would continue to be at risk from suicide attempts. It was worth fighting for. In September I slipped up again. The desperation was getting to me. 

I’m happy to announce that I am now starting DBT this month! Part of me is so relieved, but the other part won’t believe it until I’ve been to my first session. Blame it on the trust issues I guess. 

The year has been a bit of a roller coaster, but I’ve held on for dear life. I’m still going to be posting here. And I’ve got a yearly reflection coming up very soon; plus more in the works for 2020. 

I don’t have any new year's resolutions per se, but the goal is to keep improving and to keep on posting. I wish you all good luck in the new decade and hope you’ll stick with me. 

Out of Darkness. Xx

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