When I found this font, I knew I wanted it to be a part of this website. As I’m started to collate ideas and things together, I just opened up a Google Document and thought ‘I want to keep a consistent theme here’ … so went about setting the Default Font section….. Low and behold
My Twitter Account is now Live too! #What am I doing? I grew up in an era where Twitter wasn’t a thing. I’ve never got it… and hey, I may never get it… or use it… but #hereIam #I’vebeentoldIneed2usehashtagsnow…hmmmm.
I got up today with a plan of action and had a good day. I’m now chilling with a few squares of dark chocolate basking in my achievements 🙂 … and it does feel like I’ve earned this moment. I know myself when I ‘get shit done’ I feel better in myself, feel like I’ve
I wrote ‘Drifting Through Life – Time to Change’ well over a week ago now. Not much has changed since. It’s like I know something has to change, something has to move, something has to develop… but that’s really hard to do. Especially when I seem to be stuck in the same loops that have
So…. I’m going to keep on updating my firsts here so one day I can look back at the beginnings 🙂 My Depression2LIFE Gmail account is now live!
I’m 36 and never really had a plan for my life. Like one of those 5 year plans. Or a clear direction of where I want to go and where I want to be. I’ve had small plans. Like get through this next year, get through this course, look forward to this trip etc. But
23rd of October 2018 Today marks the last of my 15 sessions with a local suicide counselling centre. As I was leaving the reception area I turned and thanked the lovely lady whom every time I entered, asked if I wanted a tea or a coffee. I thanked her for what she was doing and
It’s been 6 months since my last post. It’s been just under 5 months since the meds kicked in… and I stopped feeling suicidal. As much as I had been trying to pull myself together, make positive plans and calm my anxiety, the reality of my struggles hit home like a brutal blow. A couple
So after a couple of pretty hopeless days last week, I had the opportunity to go on a San Pedro (Huchuma) Healing Ceremony weekend in a large wooden house surrounded by the lush Wicklow Mountains. As I left Mum’s house on Friday, I pulled the sheets and covers off my bed, packed my blankets and