The lovely Mollie tagged me in this a while ago… She’s fabulous and I highly recommend you check out her blog and general existence. Actually, must send mega props to Mollie, as she also tagged me in a post that will become my next post as well! Keeping me on my toes… Plus, she keeps me amused by not forgetting me when I go quiet on Twitter and Snapchatting me pictures of cats. #winner
So here are my answers to Mollie’s questions!
Last night, I was reading Matt Haig’s Reasons to Stay Alive (review & giveaway coming soon), and he describes depression in the way Churchill did – as a black dog. Just as a I began to drift to sleep, my brain latched on to that metaphor, and my latest poem was born. Luckily, I wrote this one down… I will never stop being surprised by the power of words.
Mental illness does not care who you are. It does not care whether you are a naturally bubbly person, or a pessimist. It doesn’t care if you are a loner, or surround yourself by friends at every given moment. It doesn’t care if you are in love. It doesn’t care if you are a high flyer. Mental illness is a predator, searching for your weak spots and exploiting them.
A (non-exhaustive) list of things I hope to achieve… Hold me to it!
Never give up, or resign yourself to a negative life – you are worth more than that. Start with what is upon your desk – it’s as good a place as any. Don’t wait to be inspired – inspire yourself.
Day 3 – A letter to your favourite teacher from school Dear Miss, I know you still remember me and I know you know what I am doing now. I am fortunate that the age gap between my sister and I has allowed a tenuous connection in the nine years it has now been since I left the school. I…