In Blackest Night – 5 Years On
Five years ago today, my Mum passed away. Her short battle with cancer was over and I lost more than just her that day. I lost myself. I lost the small amount of desire...
Tagged: Depression
In Blackest Night – One Year On
A friend recently asked me how I deal with depression and asked for help. A brave step in the right direction and, as always, I start with a disclaimer that I don’t hold all...
That Fat Boy Slims – Weight on my Mind
In a follow up to my Muscle Food post, I thought I’d share my first two days. Before that, I want to be clear that this isn’t a “new year; new me” fad. I...
In Blackest Night – The Realest Thing I’ve Ever Written
This will probably be the realest thing I’ve ever written. I wrote about what depression is and again here but I don’t think I truly captured it. Apparently I write my best at my lowest. The sweet...
In Blackest Night – The Importance of Mental Health
So, yesterday was ‘World Mental Health Day’. It was great to see so many people talking about it. People that perhaps wouldn’t normally. Perhaps change is coming? Could society be ready to embrace the...
In Blackest Night – Deep-Seated Depression and Me
I haven’t written an ‘In Blackest Night‘ post for a little while; lately, the Black Dog has been out wandering out of my sight and my mind has been clearer. The anxiety and stress...
The BlogFather – Paranoia of a Non-Single Dad
I’m gonna start off with a bit of a disclaimer here:- I have no ill feelings towards single parents, no aspersions or prejudices towards them. I’m a product of a broken family and know...
In Blackest Night – Another Year
My Mum lost her battle with Cancer three years ago today. It was a fairly short battle – she was diagnosed less than a year before it claimed her life. Despite me living almost...
In Blackest Night – Heart of Darkness
Today I find myself with a hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach and a cloud of sadness formed inside my head. I find myself resenting life, again. I ponder my ability to...
In Blackest Night – Existential Crisis
The below thoughts are from about two weeks ago. Is this real? It certainly doesn’t feel real. I cut myself shaving the other morning and I know it should have hurt, but the sting...
