I wanted to write this so anyone who finds the old posts I’ve written can see that these stories can have a happy ending. Being listened to and taken seriously and getting the help you need is undoubtedly an uphill battle, but it is not necessarily going to be your whole life. Someday it could be something you look back on.
Do you ever just sit back and notice yourself?
A Very Alternative Blogmas #2, in which I discuss my inability to blog everyday, alcohol, 12 pubs, drink culture in Ireland and dual-diagnosis.
A warning. Don’t look. Don’t remember.
‘Art comes from a place of expression and it comes when it’s damn well ready.’ A Series of Erraticism on the art of loss and wading through grief.
College, stress, and coping, and an analogy that will stress the feck out of anyone who was a FOB fan back in the day:
Last week I was lucky enough to be offered a preview of the brand new FlyeFit gym on South Circular Road as well as a year’s membership. Naturally I was chuffed, as I had fully planned on getting myself a membership when it opened so myself and my boyfriend could motivate each other in weight loss……