I'm not sure why I felt like revisiting my teenage, (and younger) years today. It's not like I have particularly fond memories of them like most people do. My years spent growing up in Surrey were mediocre at best. I was physically and mentally bullied for pretty much the entire amount of time I spent in education, which lead to self-loathing, lonliness and the early onset of depression.
Tag: bullying
One step forward.. Five steps back
It's funny how life can be leading you in one particular way one moment, and then all of a sudden with no warning it pulls you in another. That's kind of how things have been for me over the past few weeks, and subsequently why my blogs have been a little thin on the ground.… Continue reading One step forward.. Five steps back
Too hot to think
My mind isn't really all there at the moment. I think perhaps it's a combination of the sheer amount of time that I've been away from work, and the frankly astonishing heatwave that has recently descended upon the UK. I mean, it's hot. Ridiculously hot. So hot in fact that in a similar fashion to… Continue reading Too hot to think
Making a decision
Last Friday I made a decision. Well, if truth be told I made quite a few decisions last Friday but this one decision in particular was one that I had been mulling over for rather a long time. So much so that I had already made this decision multiple times prior to Friday, each time… Continue reading Making a decision
Guest Blog by Charlotte Underwood: How my mental illness made me more understanding
There was a time, dare I remember, where I had become the very thing that I resent in this modern day. A lifetime of abuse and bullying had left me so bitter and angry, acting out was the only way I could deal with it and sadly, that meant I hurt a fair few people.… Continue reading Guest Blog by Charlotte Underwood: How my mental illness made me more understanding
Wishing I could fit in
In the 38 years that I've been living on this beautiful but becoming increasingly fucked up planet I can only think of one occasion where I've really felt like I've fitted in with everyone else. A time where I felt like I was Mr Popular and I was the one person that everybody wanted to… Continue reading Wishing I could fit in