This was Peppa in February. sSince then she can circle, apply dpt anywhere, alert to anxious behaviours and is learning to pick things up if I drop them when having a migraine and retrieving medication! Clever girl.
Working on:
Awful heelwork. She hates headcollars so we’re being sent a custom prong. USED CORRECTLY for a few 10 minute sessions a day they can improve focus amazingly which she struggles with outside.
Filling out paperwork for uni for her 🙂
Unfortunately I’ve spent a few weeks at hospital after trying to take my life and mightily failing. This is gonna be quite hard to write
My first few months at university were comprised of physical illness, striving to fit in with people I just didn’t and an eating disorder. I’d gone to uni with no one watching my intake and the freedom of choosing what you eat. I quickly went from 9 stone 2 to 8 stone 5, barely left my room due to anxiety and a feeling of horrendous panic when outside. I thought I was going crazy. I watched Netflix my room and eating beans. Luckily, I went to the doctor’s and was put on citalopram, which despite its horrendous side effects in the first few week (sleeping 15 hours in the day) massively improved my anxiety and depression. What I didn’t know was that this improvement in mood would keep going up and up.
I impulsively bought a ticket to my home in Sweden, I bought Wilkie, I moved into a horrendously dodgy and expensive room out of halls, I spent a shit tonne of money, I bought another dog, I started a charity. What I realised is that my SSRI was creating “hypomania”. Dangerously, it was also creating apathy syndrome. I increasingly didn’t care about anyone or anything. I took risks, I drank, I skipped every single class, I stayed up late, I started to self harm again out of a total feeling of apathy.
One night I acted impulsively and took all of my anti depressants, washed them down with a bottle of wine and cut my arm open. Cue 2am roommate and dog panic, blood everywhere and puking my guts out. Then ambulance team, then emergency room (weirdest experience ever), then charcoal drink yuk, then stitches, then psych eval, then a few days stay in psych ward. Then bye bye good luck, here’s a leaflet.
I came home over easter and decided to stay here and with the help of old teacher friends apply for a different uni, whilst still trying to revise for these exams. I also stopped taking my drugs and, to my estimation, made me an 80%Â normal human again. y doctor reviewed this, sent me to a psych and got diagnosed with Bipolar II. Hurrah.
I’m going to uni hopefully with Peppa, who has shown herself to be very well suited for the job and is attached to me like Velcro 🙂 I’m also going to Sweden for 4 months over summer
Wilkie At University 