I am the mental health boy, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I spend a lot of time online where everybody – including myself – is putting their best foot forward, marching with confidence, leaving their baggage slightly out of the camera shot and condensing the good bits into 240 characters or less.
Time. A social construct in which we measure the passing of our lives. It controls when we work. What time we wake up. The time in which we go to bed. It can oversee how long before we say “I love you” and the changing of seasons. Time is a funny thing, isn’t it? It […]
As 2017 burned, things in my life began to shift in a way I had never seen before. I had changed jobs, I had watched my relationship crumble and I had completely lost myself. I no longer noticed who I was when I caught my own reflection. My head felt like unfamiliar territory and I […]
We spend so much time stuck on the past, you and I. I think that is part of the territory with mental health; a part of you is always stuck in the past. Mulling over situations. Analysing every tiny detail, wondering where it went wrong, forgetting to champion the moments that went really well.
There is something so oddly strange about new year, isn’t there? We seem to confide our lives into 365 days and then, collectively, we hit refresh and start again. We set ourselves goals and strive to grant our wishes every January 1st. We seem to spend 365 days comparing our achievements, gains and even losses […]
These days, you are more likely to find me asking boys on Tinder what biscuit they’d be given the choice than you are to find my typing away on DanCooleDaily. Honestly, next time you meet a potential love interest, ask them what biscuit they’d be and more importantly, why – it really is a telling […]
Dear World. I was walking down the street the other day and a rather attractive young man smiled at me. He eyes were the brightest shade of blue and he looked like he went to the gym at least four times a day. He couldn’t have been smiling at me, I mean, look at me. […]