To quote Julie Andrews for a minute (and why would you ever not quote Julie Andrews?) 'Let's start at the very beginning'. Or for times sake maybe perhaps I'll skip to the end.
My names Kirsty as I assumed you've gathered and if you're reading this you're either a nosy bastard who is on my Facebook or you're someone I work/drink with and you've Googled me and up this popped and you're now being a nosy bastard. I'm originally a Yorkshire girl but have lived in Cumbria for over a year now. My job is based in the care profession but for obvious reasons I won't be mentioning names of places as such or names of people. They'll all have amusing made-up names huzzah!!

I wanted to start this blog to kind of tie together all of my other blogs into one. I wasn't sure why I was keeping the two seperate when my depression really moulds me into the person I am and it's that person who has the opinions I expressed in my other blog. And thus here we are! I want to keep this blog as light-hearted as possible because that is the attitude I try my hardest to have. Life, to me, is absolutely terrifying and I spend many days lying in bed having lost yet another job wondering why I still bother. There is nothing light hearted in the slightest about that. So when I am up and about why on earth would I want to sit and feel sorry for myself. I savour those moments when I feel things and they feel good. Don't expect some Sylvia Plath-esque poetry or any emo-imagery on here. There might be the odd occasion I am quite down and I do blog about my feelings in more depth than usual but the point I'm making is that isn't a theme I'm going on.

I suppose I can be so many different personalities that a lot of time I spend on wondering which is 'me'. Today I've spent in bed so I suppose it's not technically a 'good' day by any standard but I'm ok. I'm ok because I have some hope in sight because...are you ready for this...tomorrow...here we go...I...have...an...are you urinating in excitement yet...appointment with....

the Cumbria Mental Health Team! (applause)


These people are not to be confused with my former bunch of chums (who I haven't seen in almost a year wow!) The Crisis Team. Tres superhero. The Crisis Team only come and talk to you if for example you enjoy making pretty pictures on your flesh with sharp objects and playing with your own blood. As opposed to someone elses in which event you'd be sectioned and probably never released. The nice people at the mental health team are going to assess me and discuss this here 'bi-polar' term that's been shunted from one person to another for the last year. Good of them to finally bring it up though eh?

And so, all my pathetic hopelessness might have some hope from tomorrow depending on the course of anti-depressants I'm on and if they combine some Lithium with it (which apparently gives you a really slack arsehole. Fact.)

Not too bad for a first blog then I suppose?