Even if they had not heard of PTSD it would be nice just to feel like I do not need to prepare myself a defence against presumptions or prejudice. I am still the person I was a minute ago before I told you. (Nervous Comics)
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: illustrating my experience

How can I help?

The aim of the Time to Change campaign is to encourage us all to be more about our mental health, and to start conversations with those who might need our support.

Why not find out how you could start a conversation about mental health?

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Personal blogs about living with post traumatic stress disorder

The following blog posts are written by people with personal experience of post traumatic stress disorder. By talking openly, our bloggers hope to increase understanding around mental health, break down stereotypes and take the taboo out of something that – like physical health – affects us all.

Find out more about post traumatic stress disorder from Mind and the NHS.

This is the reality of PTSD

It's her birthday she wakes up and excitedly wakes all her teddies up that lined the length of her bed, she reaches into the cupboard and pulls out a small parcel wrapped in sheets of a magazine tied in a ribbon from a rag doll, excitedly she unwraps the gift to reveal one of her favourite Moomin toys. She grabs Mousey tightly and thanks her for the gift, the only gift she would receive that day.

A gift she had wrapped herself some days before her birthday anticipating a repeat of previous birthdays.

I am a person. I have a mental illness.

I am a person with many qualities. I have a huge and horrible sense of humour. It can also be a very dark sense of humour. I kill indoor plants. I tend to blow up food I am cooking. I love reading fantasy novels. I have some gifts in writing, therapy, and teaching. I am a person.

I am a survivor. Not because I survived abuse. I am a survivor because that is one of my traits.

I am a person. I have a mental illness.

I am a person. Complex PTSD.

Mental health support from people around me made all the difference


On 14th October 2014 I awoke feeling like I had woken with the worst hangover imaginable. I looked around and had no idea where I was or who these strange people were around me. I walked in a daze to a locked door and was eventually allowed to eat something that resembled breakfast. Yes, I was sectioned. This was for my own safety and just like police custody the staff ensured there were no means available for me to take my own life. 

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