Coats in April

Right so we are in April, the classic “what coat do I take? Do I take a coat? If I take a coat am I going to be too hot later? I’m sweating” month. I fucking hate it.

Let me just say this, whatever coat you take, it’s going to be the wrong choice. We can never fully know exactly what is going to happen, we can’t predict the weather. We can’t predict anything. And I for one, can’t predict how I’m going to feel. You see our heads are even more complex than the British weather (I know, mental).

We brits love talking about the weather, it’s a conversation filler, an awkward chat, and sometimes we just love to bloody talk about it. So why don’t we love to talk about our mental health? Baffling.

I have loads of coats, loads. It’s stupid really, I can only wear one at a time and most of the time, it’s the bloody wrong one. I’m lucky that I can afford different coats for different weathers. But some people can only afford one. Some people can’t afford the choice. Some people cannot afford the help they need when the weather in their head decides to change. And even if they can, they may put on their winter coat in the morning, fit for purpose, stunning. But by the afternoon they are struggling, they can’t cope with the heat, and it’s far to heavy to carry around. But low and behold, they do, they carry that bloody coat around all day, and most people (apart from me), will not moan about it. Some people might even keep their big coat on, even when the weather is bloody boiling.

The other factor here, is that we love doing the thing where we ask people. “What coat are you going to wear? Are you taking a coat?” But the thing is, how the bloody hell do they know, they aren’t going to feel the same temperature that you do, and after all, why should they bloody tell you what to do. It’s your coat, and it’s your body, only you will know. And sometimes you will get it really wrong and you will sweat. We can’t expect people to know how we are going to feel, we must take advice and we must seek it if we need it. But trust me when I say, you know you. You will ultimately do what you think is right. It might take a little while, you will make all of the mistakes and you will be really bloody horrible to yourself. But one day, you will go out, you will realise you were prepared, you took the right coat.

What if it does start raining, you haven’t got a hood… not all coats have hoods. What if you can’t find a coat you like with a hood? What if you can’t find the right treatment to help you when you need it? Sometimes, we really do just have to get wet. It’s not going to hurt or kill you, its going to be very bloody uncomfortable (especially when it reaches your pants), but you will get home, you will dry off. You won’t feel soaked forever. The rain always passes.

What we can do though, is offer to carry peoples coats, offer them our coats if we aren’t too cold. “You have my coat, I’m fine for the moment”. It’s a nice thing to do. Someone you care about, needs that coat more than you do, and you are aware of that. Babes, do this with caution though, you don’t want to give someone your coat on a freezing night if you are then going to freeze to death yourself. We need to take care of ourselves first. We need to make sure we are okay first, because otherwise, trust me, we are going to be absolutely no help to anyone else. It sucks sometimes, and no one wants to see someone they care about go without a coat, but at least if you are warm, you can warm them up later! And yes, we do need to take our own coats, and we need to prepare. But sometimes… unfortunately, nature, the world, and life is never going to go the exact way we want it too. And there will be people there who are going to help, trust me.

The thing is, darling, no one knows. That’s what makes life so bloody hard, but it also makes life weirdly beautiful. We have no idea what’s going to happen later, we have no idea what’s going to happen in a minute… really. We can be as prepared as we like, and we can pay for all the therapy, take all of the medication we want, but sometimes, the storm is going to come. The hot weather is going to come, we are going to realise we brought the wrong coat and we are going to be well and truly boiling, drenched and screwed.

It’s freezing tonight, after a glorious day, thank god I took a coat. You do you babes, you take that coat, you don’t take that coat. Unfortunately, you’re only going to learn the hard way.

Hang in there.

Ellen on the Edge xx

Calm down, Bill.

Ello all! I’d love to say “I’m back” but I don’t think that’s really a thing. After all, not like we can leave our bloody houses anyway, but that’s something for another post. I haven’t written in over a month though, so thought it best to be polite!

I talk about Billy a lot, but am aware that I have only ever written a couple of times about who he is and how he affects me. I’m often asking him to do things in posts, thanking him, and I have I have slagged him off, whole heartedly. He sucks up a lot of attention. Billy, not everyone understands you, so I think I should tell them about when you lull me into a false sense of security.

So I last week I on a bit of a high or “experiencing a period of hypomania” if you want to be posh. I was in a great mood, everything was good, it was bloody great. I couldn’t for a moment seem to stop moving at least one part of my body. People around me may comment “you’re in a good mood, Ellen!” – it’s great. I loved it, but it does start to take its toll. The last few days of last week I began to feel really sick. I didn’t wanted to eat as it felt like I had too much energy as it was, it felt like my body never needed food again. My body was working so quickly that my stomach was literally flipping over.

I’m loud, fact. I get told this most days and am rarely missed coming into a room. Colleagues and friends joke about me not having a volume button and unfortunately, this comes with its own obstacles being an adult at the best of times. However, when Billy is really at his peak, when he is manic, he makes damn sure that I properly embarrass myself, he makes sure that I say things without thinking. Without understanding the repercussions. Now, I have Bipolar 2, so naturally my highs are not euphoric, and for the most part, go unnoticed, even by me. My biggest indicator is my amazon account. When I’m on a high, I go a bit mental, and have been known to receive several parcels a day. This can be problematic.

This time though, I haven’t purchased anything – WIN for my bank account, but I really did feel it at the end of last week. I was EXHAUSTED. I was just going to fast.

I found it a little hard to cope on Friday and at the start of my weekend as I tried to work my way through what turned out to be, a very unpleasant high, in the end. I felt a little overwhelmed and distraught that Billy had once again, struck gold. A couple of friends did offer me support and asked questions like “how does it feel?” – I used the example of a scene in Nanny McPhee (if you’ve never seen it, it’s a great family film, released in 2005 and I would recommend). The scene features a group of unruly children who are chaotic they are TRASHING the kitchen, they are having THE best time. A new nanny (who turns out to be magical) enters the house and approaches the kitchen. Upon refusing to stop misbehaving in the kitchen, and being asked more than once, the nanny bangs her magical stick on the floor. The children are put into fast forward mode. They are doing everything they were doing but 10 times faster, it quickly scares them and becomes painful and tiresome, but they can’t stop until they say “please” to the nanny. This takes time, with everyone really trying to convince everyone to give in. This is exactly what I have felt like last week, like someone had slammed their magic stick, and subsequently; I was walking, talking, acting and thinking way faster than I wanted or could cope with. From an outside perspective it may look enjoyable, or hilarious, but it’s truly exhausting, and I couldn’t seem to slow. I really tried my best to ride it and am lucky to have very supportive people around me who have and continue to cut me a lot of slack. Thank you, you know who you are.

The stick did slam over the weekend, it was quite abrupt, but I managed to not slip too far down. I’m feeling a little more “stable” this week, although, still loud, of course.


Offer support to your friend who is struggling, text them and drop in, ask questions if you don’t understand, they will appreciate you caring, appreciate you trying to understand.

And my god if you’re feeling fast at the moment, I’m so sorry. I’m totally with you. Trust me, it will pass.

Let’s say it together… “Next time, calm down, Bill.”

Hang in there.

Ellen on the Edge xx

(If you’re super intrigued and want to understand but haven’t seen Nanny McPhee – type “Kitchen Chaos Nanny McPhee” into YouTube).