A while back I blogged about my experience with depression. As today is World Mental Health Day, I wanted to write about it some more. More to the point, I wanted to write about raising awareness, specifically for people who may have it, but may not know yet. (As with me, it seems.)
It’s better to burn brightly in pursuit of passion; than to sit in beige trousers from a catalogue whilst looking at your flock wallpaper with Jimmy Nail playing in the background.
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…
Here was I, some idiot with big hair who’d basically messed about for a living, coming into their professional world where they knew things…
I have a brilliant opportunity to have even more special people enter my life. Hopefully, I’ll get the chance to have a positive effect on theirs too. I’ll know people this time next year that I haven’t even met yet: we all will. How brilliantly exciting is that?
I’d really love it if Stephen Hawking could concentrate on inventing a time machine, instead of spending his time focusing on the planet and God and all things like that.
One of the biggest questions I ponder in my not-as-big-as-the-question-I’m-asking brain is this: How do you know when you’re truly happy as opposed to being just content?