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Mental Health

Loose lips sink ships

I was talking to an old school friend the other day about mental health, and how some employers totally understand and support the mental health agenda, whereas others just pay it lip service. And that’s such a shame because imagine you’re going through a hard time, you go to work, well to pay the bills, but it also casts as a distraction from all the thoughts and feelings and situations in your head. Now imagine that the work environment makes you feel ten times worse and there’s no flexibility, it suffocates you. How does that make you feel? From an observer, sad. From experience, more overwhelmed than can be physically articulated. 

I’ve always fundamentally believed your health comes first, whether that be physical or mental. If something or someone or some people aren’t supportive of that, well that means you’re not important to them. And that simply is it. Actions really do speak louder than words – if you support an agenda, whatever that may be, you can’t give it less than your all.

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Motivation

Motivation, where for art thou?

I guess it’s symptomatic of the current times we live in. But more and more I’m struggling to really motivate myself. Which is expected, but equally so frustrating. I just want to DO something. Anything! Well not exactly anything, but all the things I enjoy. And I know these days won’t last forever, and we’ll look back with pure envy and say things like “remember when we complained about being stuck at home? I WISH I could be stuck at home right now. I need a break…”. That’s life though isn’t it? 

I keep remembering the important bits, hell the words inked on my own side tell me “and in time, this too shall pass”. 

Until then I guess I’ll keep searching for my lost motivation, and remember to [try to] keep grounded. 

Repeat after me: breath in for three, hold for three, out for seven…..

Hello (again) world!

After a five and a half year “hiatus” I’ve re-found my voice. It’s not that it was lost as such, I could never be a mute (I’m sure my friends and family can attest to that. It’s just, I kind of lost who I was. And I guess to some extent I’m still not really sure who I “am”. And that’s the point – in life, you mature, you go through all the challenges and turbulences and curveballs, and whatever else. Time moves so fast and you yearn for those moments you can take a break – to think, to feel, to breathe. And most of all to remember; remember who you used to be and wish for the happiness you once felt. Then the feelings and emotions come, and wow do they overwhelm. But, here we are. Here I am. Moments don’t last forever – and I remember once someone saying to me “that’s really pessimistic”, but is it? I chose to see that as optimism, call it blind faith if you will. Now more than ever we have to learn to be comfortable in our own skin. I’m not looking for my former self anymore; I’m working on my future self.