So hunners (Scottish for lots) of bloggers promote other blogs and well, I thought I might do this too! They usually use Feature Friday or Share..Sunday?…you know something alliterate or cool like that, but I’m going outside the box, I’m using share Friday, because hashtag rebel.
I came across a blog, that I really like, for several reasons. Firstly the blogger called me out and told me off for being ‘rude’ and arguing with another blogger. I wasn’t being rude, it was a bit of blogger ‘banter’ between myself and a fellow sassy pants.
At first I was ‘aw hell no, who dis?!’ but then I looked at her blog, to find she is an intelligent, smart and interesting young lady.
I am very taken with her blog, it’s a nice breath of fresh air on the back of ‘adult’ bloggers, with all our mental health, insecurities, death, love, abuse, like, dislikes subjects.
She may be young, but this lass has a head on her shoulders, and a strong heart – imagine telling someone off for thinking their where being rude and then apologizing when I explained the truth?! I don’t know about you, but it’s this kind of backbone and strength that I would like to see in government –
forgot to write political rants in adult list above.
I don’t want to call her blog ‘sweet’ and ‘cute’ – she’s a strong independent lady! But it is sweet and cute and she is still a strong independent lady!
Honestly, go have a look and tell me if your heart doesn’t just melt at this amazing little woman.
Jesus, now I’m blogging about kids that melt my heart, bloody wain has ruined me!
Recently, I was contacted by BayArt and asked to contribute to their site, to write a post surrounding mental health and positivity. I’ll admit that I was very excited to write on another site, yet I was afraid. What should I write? Should I tame my swearing? My humour? My sarcasm? Continue reading “The Power of Sharing – BayArt”
Every now and then, when I have one of my depression roller-coasters, that ultimately end up with me breaking down, crying, frustrated at life, Dave and I always come together. We sit and we talk to each other, trying our best to understand this horrible cloud that has been placed over my head. After the tears, snots and cuddles, my witty humour always comes back out the closet. And the line we always, well I always utter is ‘have kids they said’.
Our life was relatively normal, stress free, non-mental before the birth of Jessica. Still, 2 years down the line we are trying to understand when and what happened to allow my depression to take hold. I have joked on more than one occasion that child birth is ‘traumatic’ and I ‘have post traumatic stress or something’, in fact I’m sure in one of my posts I do say I was traumatized by birth, but in a good way – if there is such a thing. The reason I joke, is that my idea of trauma is enduring a significant, upsetting, fearful, horrendous experience that harms a person, either physically or emotionally, such as rape, robbery, war, assault, experiencing a natural disaster or a car accident. Something that really altered your life, left you in a state of confusion and shock, something that you never want to happen to you again.
That doesn’t include child birth, right?