Six months ago, I stood with quaking knees on the sideline of an empty Croke Park pitch. I had just bit the bullet and agreed to abseil from the back of the screen in the corner, the last person to do so that weekend. I was not the better for the experience. Continue reading
Hello there, yes, it’s me. I’m still here! I’ve just been very quiet on here for the past while. Why was that? Let me catch you up! Continue reading
Well look at that! I’m managing to get a Self-Care Sunday post up on an actual Sunday!! Wonders will never cease. Dare I say it…am I becoming…organised? Nah, there was a good hour or two there where I was convinced it was both earlier in the day and also still yesterday, but still, I’m gonna take my victories as they come, and getting my first one of these up on the right day in a month counts in my book! Continue reading
Well, it’s been a while since my first post in my self-care Sunday series! Three Sundays, to be exact. What happened? Well, let me fill you in! Continue reading
In August of last year, I went to my doctor and told him that I was pretty sure I had anxiety. Now, to be clear, I didn’t Google my symptoms (general life note: never google symptoms. Ever). I have a background in psychology so I was familiar with the symptoms. Continue reading
There has been trojan work done in recent times in terms of breaking down the stigma around mental health in Ireland. I’m sure we all know it by now, but it never hurts to reiterate: it’s OK to be not OK, and it’s absolutely OK to ask for help.
If you’ve done that, sincerely, bravo. It’s an easy sentence to read, typed on a screen like that, but it’s not always easy to go to the point where you feel you can say out loud “I’m not OK”. And that’s OK, too. Continue reading
I’ve always been an Austen fan. While I’m a modern woman in pretty much every sense of the word, there’s something about her stories that have always appealed to me. I’m not sure if it’s the decorum with which most of her characters conduct themselves and the orderly manner in which life seems to progress within their respective worlds. I’ve often used reading as an escapism from my actual life – if I’m stressed, having a bad day, or even if I’m not – I’ve always loved to escape into a different world for a while. In comparison to the chaotic, loud and often rude world we often do live in, the Austen world is a breath of fresh, predictable air. Continue reading