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. I'm going to take you back on a wee journey with me and tell you why this is such a personal topic and why I feel that it needs to be spok
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One of my favourite things to do is to sit back and reflect on the good things in my life. Sometimes it is easier said than done - as most of us know, adulting sucks every now and then. For me it is a very worthwhile exercise that clears my mind and wipes away any self-pity or self-doubt that occasionally tries to creep into my head. 1. I am thankful for writing I love to write. I guess that is one of the reasons that I have this blog! I love the freedom I get from transferring my thoughts and ideas onto a piece of paper and then watching them grow into more solid characters when I start to piece everything together on my computer. I have always loved storytelling. I think it is an Irish trait to enjoy stories. I remember listening to the great Eddie Lenihan when I was about ten years old. He was telling us a story about the death carriage and I hung on to every word. At the end of the story he leapt from the stage and landed in front of me and my friends. We screamed in fright
It has been over a month since I last blogged. A month! I haven't been so negligent of my little creative outlet in a long, long time. I wrote back in May that I had a summer of adventure planned. I must say that I have started it very well indeed. I spent last week in Ireland. It was the first time in a long time that I was just home to see my family and some friends. I met so many cousins, aunts and uncles, my granny and of course I got to spend a lot of time with my Dad, just travelling around the countryside talking about our family history, looking at the graves of various ancestors and learning about some of the great achievements made by my great, great grandfather. I loved the week, it was so wonderful to catch up with family members I haven't seen in far too long, we looked at old photos, caught up on my life and on theirs. It was lovely. I drank more tea than I did in the 12 months prior to the visit, and I have been in more graveyards than I was in that sam