- Why now, and not then?
- Belief
- ECT – what I feel
- Covid and the words of illness
- Modern life and expectations
- Psychiatric beds
- Being a psychiatrist – any regrets?
- My family, my illness and me
- Normal lives in difficult times
- Petrol station flowers
- Birthday musings
- Disempowerment in mental illness
- Happy Christmas!
- Boredom and depression
- Preparing for mental illness
- Lumbago in middle age
- Return to work
- Climate change – the doctor asks the specialist
- Self-care or self-spare
- Lucy
- Being good and staying alive
- Risk and fear
- Depression – a lack of energy
- Wellbeing
- Alcohol – pleasure or poison
- The effects of ECT
- Is mental illness the same as physical illness?
- Thoughts about confidentiality
- Remission or recovery
- Stories of illness
- Can a psychiatrist be a real doctor?
- Merry Christmas!
- Lockdown Toxicity
- Changing minds
- What if psychiatry is wrong?
- Resilience and the Lady
- Courage
- Behind the mask
- The difficult diagnosis of personality disorder
- Remembering ECT
- Recovering from lockdown
- Beauty in lockdown
- From 2 metres behind the frontline
- The trouble with psychiatric drugs
- The good enough psychiatrist
- Saying the wrong thing
- Dead Toad
- Frog
- Sour
- Remembering life and illness
- Of my daughter
- DNA
- Privilege
- Lived experience of mental illness
- The worried doctor
- The word “psychiatry”
- Biology or psychology?
- Personality
- Patient to psychiatrist
- The problem with treatment
- Memory & more
- Being an in-patient
- Online persona
- Carers and others
- Psychiatric drugs – mainly antidepressants
- Crazy socks for docs
- Mental health services for doctors
- Disordered mood – what is it like?
- Shortism
- Driving
- Does stress make you ill?
- Stigma
- Shame
- What lies beneath?
- You or me?
- Diagnoses?
- Why bother?