Ramblings about my life, my mental health & my physical rehabilitation following my suicide attempt. “They say don’t look back, but sometimes it’s important to see how far you’ve come.”
Following on from my suicide attempt at the bridge on the 3rd February 2018, 14 months before I actually jumped, I had been subject to a mental health act assessment (MHAA). I agreed with the team to have daily appointments with the home treatment team (HTT) as an alternative to being admitted into hospital. As … Continue reading The Mental Hospital – Part 1
After I’d jumped off the bridge, I wasn’t immediately sectioned, and no, not just because I was in a coma! I was actually sectioned on the 10th June. So over 2 months after I’d jumped, but still in Derriford Hospital. The psych team that visited me at Derriford were from psych liaison, so seeing an … Continue reading Sectioned On A Spinal Ward
February 3rd 2018. R put the blue lights and sirens on and we raced away from the bridge.. I didn’t know where we were going and I couldn’t think straight enough to even care at that point. I was just so cold and gasping for breath as I hyperventilated. All that fear that I had … Continue reading R, M & The Police Negotiator – Part 2
In this post, apologies, but we’re going back in time once again. Back to the end of January 2018. I was now under the care of the Home Treatment Team (crisis team). They were visiting me daily after the incident where I had been restrained and prevented from jumping off a bridge onto the duel … Continue reading R, M & The Police Negotiator – Part 1
After my Mum was sectioned, she was sent to a specialist eating disorder unit 350 miles away in Norwich. Newmarket House. We didn’t know how long she would be there or if she would even survive her stay. Despite her anorexia and demons she battled, Mum was always the one who took care of us. … Continue reading A Little More Beth
The very first time I had any police contact in my life occurred in August 2014. I was 18 and had just finished my A Levels after 2 years at Devonport High School For Girls. (DHSG). My mental health deteriorated significantly over those 2 years. I’d been permanently excluded in April 2012 from my previous … Continue reading It’s The Police, What’s Your Name?
I’ve written quite a lot about some of my physical battles in hospital, but this post I’m going to focus more on the mental side of it. I don’t think I could ever find the words to describe the feeling of waking up alive after I was certain I would die. In a split second, … Continue reading Surviving The Survival
Throughout my recovery, one of the most painful body part has been my left leg. Yes, my right leg snapped and was operated but that was nothing compared to the pain I was experiencing down my left side. My left femur was broken in several places and again, had been operated on but still, this … Continue reading The Left Leg
Carrying on from my last post, I had arranged to meet Kate and Paul, two critical care paramedics with Devon Air Ambulance, near the bridge I had jumped off. We were going to revisit the scene. This was probably the single biggest challenge I’d faced since coming out of hospital. Even in hospital, I remember … Continue reading Devon Air Ambulance – Part 2
As many of you know, after I had jumped, I was air lifted to Derriford by the Devon Air Ambulance. What many don’t know however is that is not where my journey with them ended. They have, and have continued to play a massive part in my recovery. The team have gone way above and … Continue reading Devon Air Ambulance – Part 1
