How do you feel about that?

¬† I’m tired. You’re tired. We’re all allowed to be tired. I’ve got responsibilities and jobs to do and so have you. My tiredness is no more relevant than yours and vice versa. It’s not a competition. I can’t explain how my tiredness makes me feel or precisely how¬†tired I am. Just in the same way you can’t explain yours to me. I read somewhere recently that some people are of the belief that if you haven’t had kids then you don’t really know ‘tired’. I can’t comment because I am constantly knackered and I have had a child for … Continue reading How do you feel about that?

You can’t fake happiness

  I’m a big believer in positive thinking but it has to come from a healthy place. You can’t force yourself to be happy and you can’t fake it neither, you’re only going to make yourself ill if you live like this. You need to be aware of your everyday humany-wumany feelings . You’re allowed to be sad, angry, down, envious, upset. These are normal emotions, sometimes it’s just a matter of feeling them in a less volatile way. I’m not happy all of the time and anyone that is, is either full of s**t or are being drip fed … Continue reading You can’t fake happiness

You ARE in control.

  Why do we do things that cause us such heartache? Why do we listen to that song when we know it makes us cry? Or watch that movie when we know it turns us in to a gibbering wreck? Why do watch repeats of our favourite finished shows knowing full well we’re going to have a breakdown and go in to grieving for about a week when it’s ended? Basically it’s because we can. We’re human and we are inundated with emotions all day every day. We love to have a good laugh, a cry and some of us … Continue reading You ARE in control.

What if…

        Have I spoken to you today? Yesterday? Last week, month, year? Ever? If so, do you even remember the conversation we had? Because I probably will. I won’t remember every conversation and definitely not every word. I’m not Sheldon Cooper. I over analyse all of the interactions I have throughout the day. I stress about them for hours after I’ve had them. I run through the conversations I had with the shop keeper, a fellow driver, the postman, the list goes on. I will pick apart every line until I have made myself out to be … Continue reading What if…