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Sunday, 13 May 2018

Mental illness; the ugly truth



With Mental Health Awareness week beginning tomorrow, I wanted to do a mental health post depicting the ugly truths of living with these debilitating illnesses. Far too often in tv shows and movies, we see a romanticised version of what it's like to suffer from mental illness. So I wanted this post to be brutally honest, so it does come with a trigger warning. Living with a mental illness is horrible and as it is an invisible illness, those who don't suffer struggle to understand. So I took to Twitter and asked people to tell me what it is like living with their illness, here is their story, here is their ugly truth.  

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Death, an uncomfortable conversation

This isn't going to be the happiest of posts, as the title suggests so if you are finding yourself vulnerable I would suggest clicking away. This is a post that is pretty honest as no one talks about death, at least not the reality. EVER. So I want to talk about it.


With the second series of 13 Reasons Why set to be released on Netflix on the 18th of May, I decided to rewatch the first series. Then something hit me.

Sunday, 29 April 2018

Celebrating Small Boobs


When picturing societies' image of a perfect woman, that image doesn't represent a flat chested lady. Breasts seem to be what physically makes a woman a woman. So growing up and realizing that whilst everything else on your body is growing and changing, your boobs aren't, can be somewhat difficult to come to terms. Welcome to the pancake club. 

Sunday, 22 April 2018

I don't have a concrete plan


Society seems to have this rough outline of a life plan that it likes us to follow. It goes somewhat like this: school - sixthform/college - university/straight into work - graduate job and the start of a career - find "the one" - get married - start a family whilst continuing to work a job that for most people they don't enjoy - eventually retire.

Sunday, 15 April 2018

Nothing is okay


I’ve just walked to a nice cafĂ© where I was going to write a university essay but instead, I have a burning need to write this so here we are. On my walk here I walked past countless amounts of homeless people with their dogs. Sat on street corners, on pieces of cardboard, wrapped in blankets not even bothering to beg for money because they know that their existence is an uncomfortable reality that the majority of people would rather ignore. I walked past people engrossed in their screen instead of looking where they are walking. I opened up my twitter, my newsfeed full of people talking about their ill mental health. My phone pinged, a notification from BBC news, America, France and the UK have started bombing Syria. I go on Instagram and my feed is full of pictures of beautiful people trying to live a perfect life.   



Saturday, 7 April 2018

Self Care for the days you feel like sh*t

Self care is all well and good when you feel you half like yourself. But some days going to run a bubble bath or trying to channel those negative feelings through art can seem like a waste of time and a huge mountain to climb. Some days I don't want to look after myrself because I feel like I don't deserve it and because what is the actual point?


 Welcome to the shittiest days. 

Wednesday, 7 March 2018

Yes, I'm still a virgin


When I decided to branch outside of mental health posts this was at the top of my to do list. Yet I find myself stumbling to write this because it is being open in a way that I am not used to. So as the title suggests this post is all about virginity. As a society we are slowly becoming open enough to talk about sex and its pleasures, however, in turn there seems to be a shame around having not slept with someone and being of a certain age.
Saturday, 24 February 2018

Who Am I?


Who am I? This was a post that originally was going to be an introduction of who I am as it's been a while since I've formally introduced myself (that's if I ever introduced myself in the first place which I am not sure I did.) However, as I began writing, the weight of this simple yet actually complicated question grew and I realised that I don't know the answer. 

Thursday, 1 February 2018

Why is it Time to Talk?



1st of February marks an important day in the mental health world, Time to Talk. I wanted to explore why it is important to talk and the impact that a conversation can have. I was 16 when I had my first proper conversation about my mental health. I found my head of year at school, someone with whom I had created quite a bond and I shared that I was self harming. A secret that I had been carrying on my skin and heavily on my shoulders, was taken off me as I no longer needed to guard this secret so tightly. From that day on there were several conversations that saved me over the years. Some where in the form of emails, a Skype call or a face to face conversation. Each conversation was more important than words can describe. 

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

More than these scars

Trigger warning, this post discusses self harm and there are images of self harm scars, so if you feel you may be sensitive to this type of content please don't go any further. 

Sunday, 14 January 2018

To my ex-best friend

It's a really weird feeling when you lose a best friend. Especially when there is no explosive ending, just a fizzle out of two people changing too much to still be friends. 

Sunday, 7 January 2018

Anxiety and Erasmus


Anxiety and Erasmus
Angela and Emily
Accident and Emergency

In August 2017 I began a journey as part of my degree; my year abroad. A year that is divided into two sections; the first half living in Grenoble, in the south of France by the Alpes and the second I will be moving to Bologna, Italy. 

Wednesday, 27 December 2017

A new year's letter to you




Dear you. 

The you who is ready to face the year head on and is raring to go. The you who is rolling into the new year indifferent. The you who looks at the 365 days ahead and wonders how you can possibly see the 1st of January 2019. This letter is for you.

Sunday, 10 December 2017

I am beautiful



I am beautiful. Something I may not say very often because we live in a society where you are seen as vain if you think so positively about yourself. Most days, like the majority of people my age, my self esteem is lower than it should be. But some days, like today, I know that I am beautiful. Not the type of head turning beautiful, not the type of dribble beautiful but someone whose beauty grows as you get to know them.

Sunday, 3 December 2017

Dear Santa, this year I want nothing


Its that time of year where children are writing their Santa's list, where teens are discussing what expensive gifts their parents will be buying, where bloggers post their wish lists and where we are all in the shops trying to find that perfect something. But this year I've kept my paper blank. 

Thursday, 9 November 2017

A look at the mental health community



For a little over a year I have been an active part of the mental health twitter community and wow have I seen some changes, and now I am at this weird cross road where I am not quite sure if I want to keep my place in that community. Let me explain.

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

I am not your inspiration


Ever since I started talking openly about my mental health, I have been showered countless times with the complement "you are such an inspiration". I always took this to heart and felt warm inside. Yet it dawned on me that I am only an "inspiration" because of my mental illness. Like all experiences in life it is what you do with it that defines who you are, I use my mental illness to help others. However, it dawned on me that I am only your inspiration when you are faced with a pretty picture of recovery. 

Sunday, 8 October 2017

A letter to the healthier me


To a healthier me,

There are many old versions of myself that I could address this letter to, some versions were worse off, others better off but this letter is to myself last year, to a healthier, better version of myself.
Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Vulnerability is okay



Vulnerability is something that growing up we are told is a sign of weakness. So we all go through life trying to appear as okay as possible. But sometimes, that act is too hard to keep up and so the walls we have built come crashing down and left to the world is a vulnerable, small, and often frightened self. This is what happened to me two weeks ago. 

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Explaining mental health to sensitive ears


Children are those that we want to protect with all that we have. We want to shelter them from the realities of this world; the illnesses, the conflicts, the sadness. At what age is it appropriate to be honest with them and tell them the truth about mental illness?