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
As a child, I read like other people would breathe. The bookshop has always been one of my favourite places. I was a quick reader and would read pretty much anything. The habit stayed with me through my teenage years although my preferences excluded horror and anything too post-apocalyptic or dystopian. A friend of mine once explained his aversion to horror movies by explaining how he watched films to escape from real life and come back feeling a bit better – not worse, which is how he would feel after horror films, and I feel the same about books. Continue reading
Ten years ago, right at this moment, I was 18. I had just finished my first go-round of the Leaving Certificate, and was midway through my second attempt to achieve the points I needed to get into the course I wanted (I didn’t, but that’s another story). I was a brand, shiny new ‘adult’ and I hadn’t a clue what I was getting myself in for. Continue reading