This is not a ‘think positively and you’ll be fine’ post. And yes, I know, I KNOW what I said about hacks and tips here, but I hope these are a little different and a little more realistic. So I’ve been struggling with clinical depression, on and off, for my entire adult life. (I... Continue Reading →
Follow my blog with Bloglovin 1. In the immortal words of Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Don’t Panic (and always know where your towel is). Your mood and apathy have been getting the better of you and now, looking at the utter pigsty surrounding you is making you feel worse,... Continue Reading →
Here's what my ideal school would look like (it's probably incredibly naive and unreasonable, but I'm indulging in fantasy here) :- Have students elect their own group of 'governor' students who would then be responsible for the school (new ones each term so everyone gets a chance.) The governors would work alongside the teachers and... Continue Reading →
I’m so bored with ‘popular girl’ blogs.‘Oh look at us, we’re so positive, light-hearted, accomplished, thin, beautiful, rich and HEY WE’RE ONLY 23 AND YOU CAN ACHIEVE THIS TOO! What, you haven’t achieved this? It’s your fault, you’re not being positive enough. Read our Top Ten Lists of How to Achieve Absolutely Anything, Drink more... Continue Reading →
Oh Smudge. You were only four years old. My cute, black-and-white, polydactyl weirdo of a cat. When first I saw you, you were a teeny, 5-week-old kitty. Too small really to have been taken from your mother. Left outside to die in cold January conditions, in a cardboard box with your brothers and sister. You... Continue Reading →
I went to the shops today. Wow, you're thinking. Big deal. Well, frankly, given the way I've been feeling lately, it really is. I'm actually glad I didn't run into anyone, as I would have heard, 'Hey! Nice to see you out and about! You're looking really well. You must be getting better.' This friendly... Continue Reading →
It's arguably my worst habit. I started when I was a small child. It makes some people feel sick when they see it or hear it. It's not a habit normally associated with a small and relatively feminine woman, more the trait of a large, muscled gangster giving his knuckles a good pop before beating... Continue Reading →
It's time to write about things OTHER THAN DEPRESSION - GASP! I won't pretend I'm better or not still down, but I'm getting anxious to write about different topics in the hope that focusing on other passions will help me. It will certainly help my writing, at any rate. I won't abandon the depression files... Continue Reading →
It's the most important and least valued job you can ever have. Calling it a job is, in fact, an insult. It is a calling, even if you didn't realise that at the time. You will fight and kill and die for your children. They are your future, the continuation of your line, and the... Continue Reading →
