Following my wobble, I have been so lucky to experience the wisdom of some good, strong people who have managed to switch my reset button and set me back on track. How? I honestly don’t really know how exactly, but following laughter & silliness with an old friend, a random encounter with a couple in … Continue reading
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The ‘kick’
Trying to describe depression is hard at the best of times, exasperated when you are actually feeling depressed. Depression suffocates you in a way that most people don’t think is possible. It drains you. What has been frustrating me is what triggers my depression. Understandably when something bad happens, it is upsetting and that’s normal. … Continue reading
Looking for my AA
A friend of mine was surprised to hear that a majority of alcoholics will attend an AA meeting every week for the rest of their lives. I wasn’t. I realise that the reason I wasn’t is because recently I have been toying with the idea of going back to therapy after having almost 7-8 months … Continue reading
Keeping Warm
It’s rare that I want to write when happy. But maybe it’s because a happy moment like this is so rare that I want to. I want to document it, capture it, share it. Save it for a rainy day, the next down day, the day I need hope that moments of happiest do exist & will exist again … Continue reading
Pieces of me – Part 2: Can I? Should I?
I started to write a post called ‘Pieces of me’ but it’s not finished yet. The title seemed so fitting for this post too, that I decided to call them both the same. This is the 2nd one, hence ‘Part 2’. When I started this blog, I debated whether I should keep it anonymous or … Continue reading
Qualified?
We are lucky enough to be able to make most of our own choices as an adult in the UK – however after fighting for this right – I feel that no one has actually taught me how to make a choice. How should you decide? How do you weigh up options? Where are the … Continue reading
Happiness is soooo last year…
It’s been over 3 months since my last post. 3 looooonnngg months. I feel a strange mix of nerves, pressure and anticipation. I haven’t really thought about why I stopped until now. I didn’t really realise at the time. It’s one of those things – if you don’t feel like doing it – then you … Continue reading
