So this is a bit of a personal one for me. It’s about taking antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds. A long time ago (11 years to be exact) I was put on antidepressants. I HATED IT! I felt like I had lost myself. I had in fact just lost my father. He died, unexpectedly in a car accident and his death was a HUGE blow to my life. I was 23 years old. I was just starting my life as an adult on my own and I was devastated. My world
Every now and then, you read something and it gives you chills. The hairs on your arm stand straight up and tears just flow from your eyes. The more you read, the more you can’t stop and the more everything you knew before changes. That’s this post you’re about to read. It’s such a blend of weakness and strength and vulnerability all in one but the message is one of a warrior. Someone who never gives up! I’m honoured that she’s sharing her story on my platform – Even the strongest
We don’t always choose to walk away. Sometimes, we stand in the middle of the road and we watch the ones we love walk away from us. We wait for that moment when they will turn around and look at us, realise the mistake they are making and come running back into our open arms. We hope as we stand there that the world will send us a sign that shows us that we are all they ever wanted.
This post is one that has been quite challenging for me to write. How do you begin to talk about love as if you have all the answers. I certainly don’t pretend to. All I know about love, I have learnt in my own journey to be loved and to love to the best of my ability. It took me a long time to come to the realisation that in order to be loved, you have to first love yourself. I don’t mean in the arrogant way where you get
“When I was five years-old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” John Lennon