The Church of Chrispians

(t/w depression, anxiety, therapy, anti-depressants) This pill is an antidepressant called Sertraline. It's known as an SSRI, or a " selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor. " Serotonin is a hormone which is responsible for many functions within our bodies, including helping blood to clot, regulating our sleep and various bowel functions. It is also a neurotransmitter , which is a chemical in the brain that carries information between neurons. When a message in the brain reaches a gap between two neurons, the neurotransmitter is released to carry the message across to the next neuron, and then reabsorbed. Serotonin is also believed to help regulate our mood and happiness levels. Lower levels of serotonin in the brain have been linked with depression and other mental health conditions. An SSRI works by stopping (or "inhibiting" ) serotonin from being reabsorbed. As a result, more serotonin is present in the brain. Preventing the serotonin from being reabsorbed i

 A week or so ago, I saw a tweet that really hit home for me from Nat Guest ( @unfortunatalie ). No YOU'RE crying because someone was more kind to you than you are to yourself. — Nat Guest (@unfortunatalie) August 16, 2021 I have a habit of expecting myself to be like Superman or something, capable of doing any task that comes into my mind at any moment. But that is not because I WANT to be like that, or that I think I CAN be like that. In fact, I’m fully aware of how ridiculous the concept is. There is simply not enough time in a day to be able to do everything that I would want. I even mentioned to my friend that one day would probably have to be about five weeks long to get everything I want to do done, and that really does sound like hell. When I do something, I want to make sure I do it right. I don’t want to half-ass a job or make something that people can see I didn’t really care about, I want it to be successful. If I spend time on something, whether that’s content o

I wasn’t sure how I would write this one because it seemed so strange to be writing about it and I wanted to get it right. Then I thought about it and decided that ‘hang on a second…. I’m the one who decides whether it’s right or not!’ And so here we are, me just doing my thing. A year ago, I wrote about finishing my first week at my job post-uni . It was an odd week. At the beginning, I was finally starting my post-uni life and embarking on a career, I’d bought my own car, COVID seemed to be somewhat under control. Sadly, on the Friday morning, I woke up to discover that my grandma had passed away asleep in the night. It wasn’t a death which came as a huge shock to us. She was 92, and had suffered for a number of years with Alzheimer’s disease and dementia, which got markedly worse over the year before she died. But of course, it hurt, because she was somebody so very important in my life, a figure who had been there throughout. In my mind, I don’t remember her as she was, I remem

You know something? I’ve been trying to start writing this for the last couple of days now. But every time I go to start, I just stare at a white screen and ask myself whether there’s any point. I don’t really have anything new to add, nor do I even know exactly what to say. So I’m not going to worry about having anything new to add, I’m just here to write down some of the thoughts in my head, and if you find it interesting, well, that’s just an added bonus. For a long time, I’ve struggled to identify with this: I’m sure most of you will recognise this as Saint George’s Cross, which the English adopted as their national flag many centuries ago. Most people would feel some kind of pride when they see their country’s flag or feel safe and secure. For me, the English flag has never represented that. For me, this flag is linked to lots of the negative things that appeared following the end of the Euro 2020 final. Now, before I continue – I know full well that not all English people are rac