A bit thin on the ground..

I haven’t been posting very consistently over here, which is making me a bit anxious. I have been writing a lot recently. Mainly because my sleeping pattern has been a bit all over the place and I have started a personal mini series called ‘team no sleep’. I just write about anything and everything to keep my mind busy. I don’t really know why I am so hesitant to share those bits of writing. They are just a bit ramble-y and not too interesting. I don’t know what topics I should write about and ‘put out there’. I have a few ideas that I hope to write about and publish in due corse. But for now I hope you are well and having a good day!


You can’t give from an empty cup

Mental illness is a funny old thing. The people who chose to have a profession in which they help people with mental illness are pretty odd too. Odd in a good way! Staff on the ward used to say “you have to be a bit mad to work in a place like this anyway!” I do think there is an element of truth in that. It takes a very brave and empathetic person to help someone who is in the depth of mental illness. Be it a nurse, parent or friend. You also have to be aware of the line between caring and wanting the best for someone and making sure you are meeting your own needs and keeping yourself cared for. I don’t know if they teach you that in nursing school, but they certainly don’t have a GCSE for it! I have relied on my Mum for years to help bring me back from that line. It has taken me a really long time to realise that taking yourself back from a situation doesn’t mean that you are turning your back on the person you care about. It means you care about them enough to make sure you are well enough to be there for them tomorrow. After all, you can’t give from an empty cup.

No other people I would rather be stuck in a lift with

Quick appreciation post for my nearest and dearest! I am incredibly fortunate to have a family who have been so supportive throughout all the struggles we have faced. This post is specically for my big brother and Mum. Thank you both for the hours of holding my hand and assurance that it is going to be okay. Not leaving when the hardest battles have had to be faced. All of the hours of driving you have done for me. Thank you for being the people who have been there for me on the darkest nights and also being the first people I run to when the sun starts to appear again. As we frequently say in our little unit, there are no other two people I would rather be stuck in a lift with.