Blogs, mental health

S.A.D and forced festive frivolity.

I've been watching a lot of Christmas films the past few weeks. Many of them appalling TV movies that wouldn't have a hope of making it into the cinema. But they all have one key thing in common.

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Thoughts on the festive season

Autumn has always been my favourite part of the year. I love the way the leaves on the trees all change colour and eventually fall to the ground, the darker evenings that make you glad to be tucked up safely inside and the cooler temperatures and variable weather that signify the change in season. If… Continue reading Thoughts on the festive season

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Making progress, slowly.

Apologies for the lack of blog posts over the past week. I've kind of gone from posting 5 days a week to posting absolutely nothing. It has been a particularly trying week though this week. My partner had to be admitted to hospital for yet another operation on Tuesday so my focus has really been… Continue reading Making progress, slowly.

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Why there is no shame in admitting you need help

Crying out for help is possibly one of the first things that we learn to do as human beings. Think about it. From that initial moment when we first emerged into this world as a baby the chances are we started bawling our eyes out. The reason being that as somebody who's only a few… Continue reading Why there is no shame in admitting you need help

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Self harm, suicidal thoughts and libraries

I've not had the greatest few hours if truth be told. I guess I feel a bit like I've hit a mental brick wall and the only tools that I've been given in order to try and break through that wall are a feather and one of those wooden chip forks you get from the… Continue reading Self harm, suicidal thoughts and libraries

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The meaning behind my ink

Getting a tattoo was always one of those things that I'd never really considered before. I guess my overall impression of them was of these tacky looking blue and green things that were all faded and usually sat on the forearm of somebody you wouldn't particularly fancy being stuck in a sweaty lift with. Something… Continue reading The meaning behind my ink