Ryan Sam Turner

Friday the 10th of January 2020, will be one of the worst days of my life.

My mood matches the weather outside. Rain lashes down like the tears streaming down my face, hard and continuous. And my head pounds, in time with the speed-beating of my mangled heart. My hands...

This blog has been silent for quite a while, nearly 3 years in fact, which is a great sign, of course. It shows that my mental well-being has been good. But this entry obviously points to the return of a few issues. However, that subject won’t be the entirety of this p...

The headaches are back. That pulsating, pounding, in the right-hand side of my head, the temple (of doom). It feels like a tumour, as if something is pushing against the back of my eyeball. I'm convinced that it's something tangible, and not just 'a feeling'. I can env...

There I was, earlier this evening, sitting in my car, in a retail park, counting down the minutes until a dreaded job interview, trying to convince myself that I was confident, and ready. I wasn’t. I had hoped that my 2mg hit of Valium would have somehow magically tran...