About Me


Hey there! Let’s begin with the basics of me. My name is Caitlin Jones, and I have been growing up in a country town in Victoria, Australia for the past 20 years of my life. At the moment I am studying a Bachelor of Media and Communication majoring in Social Media; ironic, I know. And when I finish with that accomplishment, I am wanting to complete a PhD in the same field, as I am in love with learning in the media and communication area; again, ironic, I know. Oh and if you haven’t noticed already, I suffer from mental illnesses, in particular, anxiety and depression. You can read my blog posts to get the update on that!

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You Never Know What is Behind Closed Doors

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Everyone has a real self that only a small amount of people get to be in the presence in. When I had opened up about my struggles with my mental illness, I had many people shocked, along with thinking that I was overexaggerating. But I wasn’t, my anxiety and depression was a secret that only I knew. I didn’t let anyone see or be aware of my conditions; it was the thing that I kept behind my closed doors. But there are many other situations and difficulties that others choose to remain behind the doors of a safe haven

Home is where we are most ourselves, from lounging in our comfiest clothes to letting all our inner rage out; although to the extreme could show a portion of depression to abuse. Even though one may be invited into a house, doesn’t mean they get an authentic experience. The perfect example of this is when an individual is abusive to their partner. Even though family and friends would be inside the unstable environment, it is until the doors are closed off to the public, that one’s inner self is unleashed.

People still state that the parent who neglected and emotionally abused me is a good man, they are the same people that haven’t seen him behind closed doors. Though they believe that I am over dramatic of the situation, they weren’t present for the daily outbursts of anger. They hear the kind words he calls me in public like “little girl”, yet they didn’t hear me being called a “little bitch” before I was even a teenager.

If you are worried about your own safety or someone you know, don’t hesitate to get in contact with the right people.

Australian Hotlines, Contact Numbers & Websites

United Kingdom Hotlines, Contact Numbers & Websites

United States of America Hotlines, Contact Numbers & Websites

International List of Helplines & Websites

This post is part of a series where I will be reflecting back to my younger self, and how my mental illness developed.


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