I started back at college this week.
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”
Depression is an non-discriminatory mental illness that affects 1 in 6 people in the UK alone. Despite this, there are still people out there who still just don’t get that depression isn’t just a moment of feeling a bit sad. These people often try to spread their ignorance onto sufferers in an attempt to get them to “get over it”.
This isn’t necessarily done in a malicious way, but it can be frustrating and make the sufferer feel even more alone than before.
Continue reading “7 Things That People Suffering With Depression Are Sick Of Hearing”
Hi guys! I thought it would be good to start this new series: Reflective Fridays. In these posts I will be recapping my week, what I have achieved, and what I want to improve upon. Continue reading “Reflective Fridays: A new series…starting on a Saturday…”
I wrote an article about how A Level exam results are not the be all and end all that students believe they are. Check it out here, and thank you to Crowd H for the opportunity to write for them.
Why A Level Exam Results Aren’t the Be All and End All
My poor little Maxwell somehow trapped his tail and the tip has now gone black and is going to (hopefully) drop off on its own. He’s been prescribed antibiotics and anti-inflammatories by the vet. He’s also been prescribed lots of cuddles by me.
For a long time I have felt as though I am getting more and more stupid. I can’t think as quickly as I used to. I struggle to think of what I’m trying to say to people. I’m also extremely forgetful and my attention fades in and out, no matter how interested I am. I almost feel as though I’m a child again. Maybe I even act like a child more; I’m not too sure. But since being diagnosed with depression six years ago, it’s very clear that my mental capacity has taken a nosedive.
Why? Because depression shrinks the brain.
Continue reading “Depression is Shrinking My Brain”
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD for short, is a type of anxiety disorder caused by a singular (or series of) traumatic events. The sufferer often relives these events through nightmares and flashbacks, which can lead to the sufferer feeling isolated and tormented.
Although military combat is the main traumatic event associated with PTSD, there are a number of other situations that can cause it. These include serious accidents; physical or sexual abuse or assault; being held hostage; witnessing violence or abuse; or experiencing a natural disaster. The symptoms can come about straight after the event, or quietly fester and traumatise its victim several years later.
Continue reading “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) – Ex-RAF Veteran Guest Post”