Monthly Archives: Sep 2017
*Life is busy again -I choose to post this 10 days before I am “supposed” to because I think our MENTAL HEALTH needs care and attention every single day*
Inspired by taking a head ache tablet and the film ‘the Matrix’
It’s a bit abstract and simple at the same time.
Using the matrix as a metaphor to raise MENTAL HEALTH awareness and reduce stigma
What if I asked you This?
What pill will you choose?
Remain ignorant about mental health issues ,or acknowledge and seek to educate yourself?
If you believe you have a brain and a body -then it makes sense that you have Mental health and Physical health. Both exist. Both can fluctuate along a spectrum of Good- Bad.
Yes. I am aware that the picture shows only one tablet. Think of this one tablet as how the status quo deal with Mental health -good and bad.
I’m not saying there hasn’t been progress. There has. We have a long way to go still.
Society wants to understand IT and at the same time ignore that IT exsists.
We can’t have both.
In my opinion,
to think you can live with both:
understanding and ignorance is INSANITY.
This is what keeps us from understanding and evolving into the mental well being matrix system. 😉
‘ the body cannot live without the mind’ –
Morpheus from ‘the matrix’
Here is a link to world mental health U.K. website –
it has articles, blog stories and loads of information on MENTAL WELLBEING -good and bad.
I live in West Yorkshire, U.K.
support links for people in my community here
I have done the 5 day co facilliator W.RA.P. and I’ve done the 12 week program.
I’ve been involved with many of these services or know people who have in some different capacities and reasons.
I BELIEVE ENGAGING AND REACHING OUT WORKS.
I FIND WRAP HAS HELPED ME.
Invest time in learning about the Wellness Recovery Action Program 5 core values.
What is your understanding of these values? Click on each underlined link to read another person’s definition of WRAPS core values
SELF ADVOCACY – (it took me a long time to understand this)
SHORT INTRODUCTION TO WRAP
My premature message for #WORLDMENTALHEALTHDAY 10TH OCTOBER 2017
*A silly 5 minute poem I wrote for a long time mate of mine.
I know a lass called Tri
We’ve sold enough holidays and car hires to start our own biz in the travel industry.
We moved to Tenerife for a life by the sea
7 days of mad filled drunkness I got scared to work at a pub without my best mate beside me.
we fell out as all good friendships do
and three days later we found ourselves re entering Yorkshire-
We didn’t speak for a year or two.
Memories of bussing it to cover a short staffed branch.
Eating boiled sweets ,laughing at our quirky granny attitude — tummy in stitches.
The next moment we could be screaming at each other-people scarpered before they got covered by under our verbal avalanche.
Opposite in twice as many ways
Young and careless-we had our confused days.
Hit the clubs straight from work.
Uniforms still on for an early start shift
the next morning.
We knew how to work hard and play hard — we could separate the two/
We made a great team — always ready with a coffee from Merry England and a cig
-work life was never boring.
Navigating our friendship we sometimes got it wrong
If only we could see how much we wished we could swop bodies-oh to see then that we were wrong to think that would make us feel we belong.
The truth is we drifted apart and life carried on
Until one day we found each other again
we had grown from life’s lessons
More chilled, less judgmental, less temperamental and both married
Me with my child-
My little mate is about to become a first time mum.
I’m so glad we found each other again-both in our dirty thirties-This time round I see my mate and I count my blessings
LOVE YA LOADS.
Not an easy post.. but it is out of my head and on paper. The one thing I have to remind myself is it doesn’t matter if other people read this or not. It is the fact that I am articulating my pain and my issues in a way that releases some of the pressure..
Possibly one of the hardest posts to write down- ever. The one that I don’t want to put down into words for a fear of failure and nor giving my fight the justice I feel it deserves.. I need some form of a creative out let, so I am going to go all Dear diary, I think I’m going to re-invigorate our old diary by giving it a name.
From the years 2012 to just before summer this year in 2015. I thought I had recovered from Chronic Anorexia. How fucking arrogant is that? I started eating more types of food and letting myself indulge a small bit. I got into exercising to be healthy. It was great I lived with a set weight that varied by 1-2 kilograms
Roll on to the present day…
Seemingly from out of nowhere those Anorexic thoughts have managed to take on Greek…
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