So, it’s been a while. Over four months, actually. Sorry about that! But I think my break from blogging has been an important one.

It’s time for a long overdue catch up I think, so settle down with a cup of tea and let’s get on with the chin wagging! You might remember this post from back in November. If you do, you’ll know that I had a pretty bumpy time of things a few months ago. It was, in all honestly, a time I didn’t think I would get past. Well, have I got a surprise for you!

I think that one of the hardest things about having a low time is the belief that you’re not going to reach the other side of it. My mindset has had a complete transformation since those days in more ways than one, and I’d like to share with you some of the little things that have pulled me through, and how I have learned to (finally) love myself after years of self hatred and destruction.

It’s been a wild few months, but a good few months too. I am, for the first time in a very long time, exceedingly happy. What a nice thing to type. Of course, I have my wobbly days, but I have reached a point in my life where I have come to appreciate the little things enough to not let the bad things take over my day. For example, on Thursday, although life gave me a bit of a kick up the bum, my flatmate Jaz brought me cookies, I read a novel for pleasure for the first time in months (The Outsider by Albert Camus, in case you were wondering), and I made a really great curry for my tea. All small things, but significant things all the same. It is up to me to find beauty in even the most difficult days.

First of all, let’s talk meds. I am now completely free of all kinds of medication. Coming off antidepressants was not easy, and I’m not going to pretend that it’s the answer for everyone, but this was the best decision for me. Although they helped me at the time, I reached a point where I needed to give my head some space to breathe. I felt so suffocated and changed by medication that I just wanted a break to be myself again. It was hard at first, but I think I made the right decision, and I have definitely benefited from it in the long run. But citalopram isn’t the only medication I’ve booted. A few weeks ago, my doctor took me off the contraceptive pill because I was at high risk of developing blood clots (scary, I know). I was pretty scared of coming off it at first, because I’d gotten so used to it and the benefits that it brought. After being on the pill for about a year and a half, I’d never really noticed that it had such a huge impact on my moods, but within a week of ditching it I felt infinitely better. My mood lifted, I felt happier, more energetic, even more confident within myself. Of course it comes with its downsides, but the change I’ve seen in myself is so worth it. Since dropping all medication, I’ve learned how to handle my own extremes of emotion and bouts of anxiety a lot better, so I feel nice and stable and I’m learning how to balance myself in ways that I never could before. I have taken control of my own mind, my own happiness, and my own health, and I’ve pretty much kicked mental illness’s ass. Although medication (or lack thereof) has played a big part in this, it isn’t the only thing that’s had an impact on me.

I want to have a bit of a chat about social media. In a culture so obsessed with keeping the world updated with our everyday lives, it can be really hard to disconnect and switch off from everything. It’s far too easy to fall into the pits of negativity, jealousy, and self pity when you’re reading about how great someone else’s life is on their Facebook or eyeing up all their flashy new things on Instagram. It feels like everyone else has got it so much better than you when you see people getting amazing jobs on Facebook, someone’s new car on Instagram, your friends going out without you on Snapchat, or a festival you’re not going to on Twitter, and it dampens your mood for the day. At new year, when I was watching everyone else entering 2017 at a party with their best pals or with a kiss from their other half while I lay alone in bed with the flu, I decided that enough was enough. I deleted every single social media app from my phone, and I left it all alone for about a month. It wasn’t an excessive amount of time, but it was enough to take away the urge to see every single post on my timeline and to make me realise that there are much better things to be doing than scrolling through Instagram. I suddenly felt kind of free, and a hell of a lot happier about myself. I was no longer comparing myself to other people, and I came to appreciate my own life a lot more.

I eventually came back to social media, although I never got the Facebook app back. I didn’t come back because I felt like I was missing out, but because I finally felt comfortable enough in my own skin to know that it wouldn’t cause me to self destruct anymore. I learned a lot about myself in that month away, and I think that my social media presence is a lot different now. It’s certainly less frequent, and it’s much more focused on self love and bad jokes than self pity and complaining. I think it’s working out well.

More recently, I’ve started to realise my own value. I no longer want to take any shit (sorry mum) from anyone. If someone is treating you badly, if someone isn’t putting the effort in, if someone isn’t caring for you the way they should, don’t waste your time on them. It’s okay to end friendships that make you feel crappy, or to distance yourself from those who fail to see your worth. Surround yourself with people who see your value, treat you as an equal, and make you happy. That might be a very small number of people (hello Paige, George, and Elliott), but that isn’t what matters. In the words of Elliott Fudge, “giving things to other people and not getting anything back won’t make you happy. You don’t have to tolerate being around people who make you feel second best”. I’m sure we’ve all had our fair share of friendships or relationships where you feel like the only one who ever makes an effort. I know I have. I absolutely tore myself to pieces over people who wouldn’t even give me a second thought. That ends now. Frankly, life is too short and I am too great for that. I won’t let it happen anymore. Get yourself friends that bring you Kinder Buenos when you’re having a bad day,  get you books they think you’ll like, put your favourite song on just for you, make you toast after a night out, build you up to no end, and who never make you feel like anything less than important.

Speaking of friendships, and any other kinds of relationships, I have finally learned a very important lesson. In the past, I have always relied heavily on other people for support, and for my own happiness. I never really realised how unhealthy it was for me to invest literally everything I had into one person, and then when things fell through I would be like a fish out of water. I didn’t know how to be okay on my own.

It has only been in the past couple of months that I’ve finally learned how to be okay on my own. That doesn’t mean that I am literally alone, and I still have a ridiculous amount of support and love from friends and family, but I now stand confidently as an independent person. I don’t rely on other people for my happiness, which means that I also don’t let them cause my sadness either, if I can help it. This has been, admittedly, hard for me to do. But I have never had so much appreciation for myself and my own strength. I can do a lot more on my own than I once thought, and I don’t need to depend on other people anymore. I wish that I had learned this sooner, so that I could have saved myself a lot of tears. But I am finally my own person who is in control of my own happiness, and it feels amazing.

I have also closed certain chapters of my life that I left open for far too long. Dwelling on old pain and allowing myself to hurt over things that no longer mattered held me back and caused me unnecessary heartache. Closure is a wonderful thing that can put your mind at rest. Letting go of bitterness, dropping that grudge you’ve held for years, forgiving people who hurt you, and moving on from sourness is so freeing. Your present is more important than your past. You will thank yourself for letting go.

But finding happiness doesn’t have to involve huge, life changing steps. Little things can have the biggest impact. For me, making myself a playlist of happy and empowering songs really helped; I actually have a sassy independent woman playlist that gears me up for the day and restores my confidence when I need it. Exercising more makes a big difference to me too – it gets me out of the house, gives me something to do, and makes me feel great afterwards. I make sure that I’m eating proper meals. I try to make more of an effort to make myself feel nice, whether that means putting on my favourite lipstick or waking up a few minutes earlier to do my hair. For my 21st birthday, I received a gorgeous “thankful journal” from my family. You can write the date at the top, and then it has space to write four things that you are thankful for that day. It’s simple, but it works. It helps me to look for the positive, no matter how small, and to appreciate how lucky I am. Taking five minutes out of your day to write down a couple of things you’re grateful for is a wonderfully positive habit to get into, and it’s one that I’ll be sticking to. It’s little things like this that make all the difference.

Balance is a process. I am working on it every day, little by little. Mental health is about maintenance, and I think I’ve done a pretty good job of taking control and rebuilding myself. I have never had so much confidence in myself, and I have never felt so secure in my own being. I may not have all the answers, but I’m learning and making progress, and that’s what matters.

Criticism and Narcissism

Criticism and Narcissism

I am kind of sick of seeing people dragging others down. It doesn’t matter if it’s your friend,  a celebrity, a family member, a stranger. The amount of times I come across negative comments, both on the internet and out in the world, is really heartbreaking.

The thing about negative comments is that most people think it’s okay as long as the person targeted doesn’t hear them. But that is not the point.

A stranger walks past you in the street. You don’t like the way she dresses, because it’s not your style. You could tell your friend that you think she looks horrendous, or sneak a picture to send to somebody, or tweet about the horrifying sight that you just saw. We’re all guilty of looking at somebody and thinking oh god those shoes are really ugly or that hair is so tacky. But consider this: what they are wearing makes that person happy. They put on their outfit, or styled their hair that way, or did their makeup like that, and then they looked in the mirror and felt good about themselves. That person chooses to dress that way because they like it. They feel sexy in that short skirt, empowered in that blazer, or tough in those boots. And frankly, it’s not your place to decide what makes them feel good. Your opinion on somebody’s looks, in a nutshell, does not matter.

I’m sure we’ve all heard the phrase “what Susie says of Sally says more of Susie than of Sally”. It does not matter if Linda from accounting never hears that you called her perm a disaster. It does not matter if Kim Kardashian never reads that tweet you sent calling her a slut. The point is that you said it. You took time out of your day to say something hurtful about another person, to bring them down for something that might make them the happiest person in the world. Maybe you wouldn’t get married after six months, but that doesn’t give you the right to tell somebody that they are wrong for doing so. Maybe you would never be caught dead buying boots from ShoeZone, but someone else might think they’re the comfiest shoes in the world. Maybe you wouldn’t ever dye your hair blue, but some people feel really badass with blue hair. Give your negativity a rest. Being judgemental is boring.

There is more to life than your opinion. There are other perspectives that are just as valid as yours. You may not share common interests, and maybe you wouldn’t do what they do or wear what they wear, but that does not entitle you to say something mean about them. As long as they’re not offending anybody, let people do what they want. Your sly comment isn’t going to change anything. You may think that you’ve got everything right, and that your way of living and dressing and thinking is the correct way, but life isn’t a one-size-fits-all experience. Let people do whatever makes them happy, and stop thinking so much about what other people are doing. Focus on your own life and what makes you happy.

There is far too much negativity in this world, and at a time where people are constantly spreading hate, be the light that you want to see in the world. Bring somebody up, not down. Spend your time looking for compliments to give, appreciating differences without criticising, and spreading love.

In the words of Thumper the rabbit, “if you can’t say somethin’ nice, don’t say nothin’ at all”.

Embracing What You Love

Embracing What You Love

As sad as it is, there are always going to be people who try to bring you down. They’ll dim your spotlight, drag you for something that you love, and make you feel ashamed for something that you used to be proud of. Sadly, that’s just life.

Before I went to secondary school, I used to write poetry. There’s nothing that will kill a kid’s creativity quite like other kids. I soon became embarrassed and ashamed of the thing that used to make me feel proud and accomplished, and I left my poetry behind me. I wish I’d never stopped, because maybe I could have gotten somewhere.

Once I got to college, my source of shame changed. Suddenly I was being made fun of for liking certain pop bands. I had one friend who made me feel like I was on a points system, and he would deduct points from me for every ‘rubbish’ band that I liked until I felt worthless. What was so bad about the fact that I liked dancing around my kitchen to What Makes You Beautiful? What impact did it have on him?

I know that these are small examples, and a lot of people suffer a whole lot worse, but it just goes to show that no matter how petty it is, someone will always drag you down for it. If I could go back in time and speak to my eleven year old self, I’d tell myself not to give up writing poetry. If I could go back and talk to my seventeen year old self, I’d tell myself to block out that friend as soon as possible and dance to catchy pop songs with no shame. Real friends don’t make you feel bad for what you love.

I’ve learned a lot about what makes a real friend over the years, and I’ve had to teach myself a few lessons too. It’s okay to admit when you did wrong, and maybe none of us have been great friends to some people. But all you need to do is support other people’s ambitions, and you’re on the right path.

If somebody is making you feel bad for something you love, or the way that you act, it’s not you that’s the problem. Don’t let anybody change who you are, and embrace your ambitions fully. Don’t hide yourself away.