For most 9-5 workers, we spend a lot of our time counting down the hours until the weekend. Even so, many of us are all-too-accustomed to that sinking feeling around 6pm on a Sunday night.
Rain gets a lot of flak – and I’ve had quite enough of it. Aside from making sure we don’t all die of famine and the water cycle keeps on keeping on, it enables you to enjoy so much other cool shit. Here I am to remind you why rain is the real MVP.
I spend quite a bit of time offering advice on how people reading the blog could improve their mental health. So in the interests of transparency, I thought I’d share the (numerous) things I could probably get to work on myself.
Yesterday, I saw Sinead O’Connor trending on Twitter and thought the worst. After Chris Cornell and Linkin Park’s Chester Bennington, I wondered whether I was about to find out there had been another high-profile suicide.
I don’t have any great authority in mental health. I’m not a nurse. I’m not a professional. But I did have a pretty terrible time with my anxiety last year – so this week, I thought I’d share what I’ve learned since taking stress leave 12 months ago.
Most of us are familiar with the term ‘the invisible illness’ when it comes to mental health issues – and while that may be true to an extent, I don’t think it’s half as invisible as people seem to think it is.
You can find a lot on Instagram these days – recipes, tutorials and vlogs being just some things that exist outside of the perfect flatlay. But one of the best things for me has been the rise of illustrators and comic artists.
We all have little niggles about our general health and wellbeing – whether it’s not feeling quite as fit as we once were or the bloody Daily Mail claiming the latest food item/hobby/thing we love most will give us cancer.
Saying that hormones are a pain in the arse on a website that deals with mental health might seem like stating the obvious. Still, as a woman I get to endure my hormones acting up on the regular – and while it’s different for everyone, I really struggle with it.
Sometimes we all need a pick-me-up – just a little reminder that we’re doing perfectly fine.