Category: MENTAL HEALTH

Every Job Matters

I have had many jobs in my life and I have to say: I loved all of them. When I was young, I did not have this clear picture of what I wanted to be, as for me this felt awkward. What is there to be?

If I was asked the question by adults, I would answer with ‘a mother’, but this was more from a feeling that I needed to reply than that it was coming from truth. Continue reading “Every Job Matters” →

Life is Truly Magical

Do you see life as something that is truly glorious, amazing, incredible and full of magic; a life that you would want to come back and live time and time again?

Waking up each morning in true appreciation of the mist in the valleys, the birds chirping, being in awe of the rays beaming through the clouds from the sun, or in the remaining glow of the last full moon. Feeling the freshness of the morning air on your skin and brushing across your nose as you open that first door or window of your home. Continue reading “Life is Truly Magical” →

The Power of ‘Sorry’

I always thought that saying sorry was an admission of failure and a weakness, something to be avoided at all costs and derided when others said it. This was definitely learnt and reinforced at home and school. So, as a child I became artful at avoiding saying sorry, mastering all sorts of defensive and deceitful strategies simply to not say sorry, admit defeat or have my pride dented in any way. Continue reading “The Power of ‘Sorry’” →

Nervousness and Anxiety – A Scared Little Boy

Nervousness and anxiety have been my all too often companions. For most of my life I have been a nervous, anxious person, though not on the surface, as I learnt to disguise it quite well… or so I thought.

I lived as a scared little boy for many years. Not all the time, just at certain times: always doing things to please other people, looking for recognition, not doing things because I was scared of being wrong or shown to be less. Continue reading “Nervousness and Anxiety – A Scared Little Boy” →

It’s All Just Child’s Play – Or Is It?

I had always been one for cleaning up children’s toys at the end of the day, leaving everything clear and ready for the next day.

There was always the question there – “Was I being perfectionistic?,” “Did I have a problem with a messy house or ‘struggle with clutter’?” and then I realised that it was the order that brought simplicity. Continue reading “It’s All Just Child’s Play – Or Is It?” →

It Is My Choice

It is my choice to get out of bed. It is my choice what clothes I wear that morning. It is my choice to eat what I do for breakfast. It is my choice to carefully close the door behind me as I leave the house. Continue reading “It Is My Choice” →