I took mental health tests that had been recommended, just to be sure it wasn’t some sort of empty concern. I scored highly. It seemed that I was far better at this “having depression” thing than I had ever been at anything at school.
Some love took place in the hot tub I was in last night. Allow me to explain… It’s fair to say that my dedication to the gym is anything less than stable. I went through a phase of loving it…. Continue reading →
I always say you should never apologise for how you feel because you can’t help how you feel. And in terms of my love and my passion, it feels amazing.
All it takes to change a person’s life is just one moment of passion leading to one moment where you’re told you’re going to be a father. That’s a pretty big moment. That’s a moment that can change many people’s life the moment you share the news. All it took was a moment for me to find this out…
Instantly, I knew who I wanted to be with that night. It was obvious; it had been for some time. She was the one I wanted to introduce to my friends; the one who I’d want to spend this evening with; the one I’d be honoured to share a plush hotel room with. The one who I would even let pilfer my sausage the next morning.
As I recently decided to go back into the world of freelancing and am receiving a growing number of enquiries about my writing (I’m still taking them, by the way) I thought it seemed like the ideal time to resurrect the company I once registered for this exact purpose.
I do have bad thoughts. Demons, if you will. I hope that, by being honest in my opening confession, you can find the compassion in your heart and not to judgement in your mind. I shall explain just what demons in this very post.
I look for the positive in situations. That’s what I do. Sometimes, though, it isn’t possible. Sometimes it is time to face the facts. Sometimes, you just have to admit when something is over and that it is, finally, time to say goodbye.
I don’t know how many of you reading this have ever tried to commentate on hundreds of plastic ducks slowly making their way down a historic river whilst simultaneously trying to entertain a festival crowd but, for the few of you who haven’t, it’s not easy.
Blood was gushing from my very body like butter gushing from a dolphin’s satchel. Or something. How would this end? Would I make it through? Would I…