Day 2 - Nine things about yourself

1) I am Irish, I am proud to be Irish, I love being Irish. I love my heritage, I wish I was more capable in the Irish language, maybe 2011 is the year I do it. I love our stories, fairytales and traditions. I like our silly accents.

2) I am ginger. I guess this goes with my Irish thing! When I was a kid I hated my freckles and ginger hair. Then I grew to love them. I realised how rare and unique they are in a world larger than my home isle. I like to be different. I like to be me.

3) I want to see the world. A little at a time, but in its entirety as much as possible. I have the travel bug, and it is being sedated at the moment, but someday soon it is going to release itself again and I will again be wanderlust.

4) I love my James. He is my reason for smiling every morning. He is the person who makes me giggle when I'm nervous, gives me a mammoth hug when I'm cold, holds me in his arms when I am upset and gives out to me when I am being silly. I can't imagine him not being here. I am so proud of everything he is doing right now, and I love his reasons for doing it. I look forward to what our future holds.

5) I try not to have regrets. I think a regret is like dead weight hanging over your shoulder. It is pointless. Everything in life is a lesson. Either learn the lesson or repeat the mistake. The choice is yours.

6) Sometimes, when I am really upset, I cry myself to sleep. Thankfully James is always good enough to leave me to it, and will wait maybe ten minutes longer to come to bed. Then I always wake with his arms around me, telling me it will all be ok and I smile in the morning. I only ever cry over friends. One friend in particular. I feel terrible that I can't help. But being honest, only they can help themselves.

7) I love hot chocolate or tea on a cold night. With my duvet and hot-water bottle it keeps me from the cold., which is very important right now!

8) I'm a daddy's girl! He has me wrapped around his little finger! One of my favourite memories of last year was my trip to Sardinia with him. He is just adorable.

9) I love to write. I'm not as good at it as I would like, but practice makes perfect! I love letters. Writing them, receiving them, looking at the stamps. I love it all! It is much more personal than an email. And far, far more exciting!

This is me.
If I forgot anything, whoops!

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12 years and counting....

It is that time of the year again, my sister's anniversary. 12 years since we bid her farewell.
Well, tomorrow is her anniversary but I am having a very lazy morning and as a result I am writing this today.

For the past 11 years, the entire month of November has been a struggle for me.
In the beginning it was a raw struggle. Every single day from the 10th (her birthday) to the 29th (her anniversary) was like a hot blade slicing through my heart.
I think it is because the loneliness of not having her with us to celebrate her birthday is intensified by the fact that her anniversary is so close, and there is an awareness and an emotional surge in the three weeks between that just lingers in my subconscious.
Now, I definitely do become very low for those three weeks, but it is much easier to bounce out of it as we approach the anniversary and I realise that my irrationality of the last three weeks was simply bottled up emotion from the remaining 49 weeks of the year.

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The day I got a little sister.

Last night, as I got the bus home from work, I got really choked up as the clock turned midnight. Perhaps because I'd been checking product dates all day, I was painfully aware of what date I was stepping into, or perhaps because I had just returned from a trip to Ireland I was painfully aware of it all. I don't know. It's not important.

When I went to bed last night, I started to think about my sister a little more. A lot more. I remember the day she was born. Isn't that weird? I was only 3 years old but I remember. Mam was on the phone from the hospital to Da, and he asked my brother and I if we wanted to speak to our mammy. Naturally we both jumped at the chance to say hi. Our telephone at the time was in the hallway and was a few feet from the ground, so my brother and I had to stand on a chair to speak into it. As the eldest I went first and gushed and oohed as I thought was appropriate. I hopped off my chair and gave the floor to my brother. I was unprepared for…

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I must admit I am a little bit nervous about writing this blog today.
I am afraid that I will get a little too emotional when writing about a topic that is very close to my heart.
I will apologise now for if I ramble or get lost in a stream of consciousness. I hope you can make sense of what I am about to write.

This week, another life was lost to the tragedy that is suicide. I should correct myself, a famous life was lost to suicide. I have no doubt that this week, many families around the world are grieving and trying to figure out why one of their own has taken their own life.

The reason that I want to write this post is simply down to the number of horrible and ignorant comments that I have read on social media about Chester Bennington's death. For me, it highlighted the lack of understanding of mental health in this day and age.

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