I was nominated about three weeks ago for the Sunshine Blogger Award by the wonderful Jessica at Eclectic Indigo Gypsy8.
For those of you who don’t know, the Sunshine Blogger Award is a sort of Continue reading “Sunshine Blogger Award”
I feel the urge to correct people’s spelling, especially when they use incorrect homophones.
The volume on my radio has to be set to particular numbers: 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10, 13, 15, 17, 18, 20, etc.
I take odd (the first, third, etc) steps using my left foot, and even steps with my right foot.
I’m admittedly a perfectionist, and will often do things over and over again if I’m not happy with the outcome.
But I do not have OCD.
How I came to have seven pet rats and why I think they’re the best therapy animals.
I know that probably sounds really weird to a few people, but my rats are truly the best pets I could ask for. Continue reading “Meet My Therapy Animals: RATS!”
So Monday was my brother’s 21st birthday, but since he’s started back at university, we postponed our celebrations until today.
He’s been under strict instructions to come home this weekend for MONTHS. And he has had no idea why.
Those of you who have followed my blog for some time know that I’ve mentioned my bullet journal in previous posts. But some of you may being wondering:
What is a bullet journal?
Is a bullet journal right for me?
How do I even get started with a bullet journal?
I told you that not all of these Reflective Fridays would be so positive. Continue reading “Reflective Friday: Struggling & In Need of Acorns”
I hate it when people tell me to “do something to take your mind off it” when I talk about my down moments. However, as frustrating as it is, those people are right. Unlike those people who offer their closed-minded “advice” and opinions…
Becoming so engrossed in a hobby to the point that I can escape the deep, dark pit within me has often helped me manage my depression. Yes, I still struggle with my mental health, but more often than not it helps to do something.
Crafts are a fantastic way to escape the claws of depression. Continue reading “6 Ways Crafts Can Help With Managing Depression”
I didn’t want to go back to the college I was for the past two years; however, after a discussion about it with my mum and Phil, I decided a degree in Aerospace Engineering was what I really wanted. And unless I wanted to move away again, I had to go back.
My first day appeared to try and prove that I had made the wrong choice. Continue reading “Reflective Friday: College, Argon, and Crochet Squares”
So last week was not a good week. My brain wasn’t functioning correctly, I couldn’t focus, and I didn’t finish anything I started. I also quit my job, got my dates mixed up for my MIG welding class and accidentally missed the induction. A huge boulder was crippling me, and I felt like a bitter disappointment, like everyone must hate me.
That’s a large reason why there were no blog posts last week; life was really just getting on top of me.
Back in April, my mum and I had booked to go to Pembrokeshire, Wales, for a long weekend. I had completely forgotten about it until a few days before we went, so it was quite a surprise for this little noggin. But off we went on the Friday for three nights. Continue reading “Oops! I was in Pembrokeshire.”
This month I have decided to pen a set of goals to be achieved within the next six months. As you may have read from some of my previous posts such as It’s okay to ask for help, I have been drowning a little in my self-made world of destruction. And after my post 7 Things People Suffering With Depression Are Sick Of Hearing was featured by Time to Change, I received a lot of comments on how relatable the content was. However, there was only one comment that stood out to me. The commenter received a lot of hate for what they wrote, reiterating that depression isn’t a choice and saying some rather cruel stuff. But what they had said was true.
I wish I could remember word for word what the person had written, but unfortunately the comment was deleted. Basically they said that it was all fine talking about depression and how people don’t understand, but that doesn’t solve the question of what you’re going to do about it. The commenter wasn’t saying that depression is a choice. The choice is whether or not you find the strength to declare war on that depression. Sometimes you can, sometimes you can’t, but you can choose to try and do something about it. Continue reading “Reflective Friday: My six month plan”