It was so hard getting into the new year. With the craziness of the wedding only a couple of months before, and then coming back from our honeymoon straight into the Christmas period, it was exhausting trying to adjust and find normality. I started to bring forward old memories of always feeling left out and unworthy and unwanted. I’ve never been good enough for people and that memory was beginning
Category: "Life is Peachy"
I had a really good feeling about 2017. It was something about the number. My laid-back approach toward work didn’t really last. I became desperate to remove myself from my position. I was becoming exhausted by negative, arrogant and selfish personalities I was serving and working with. I couldn’t be around that environment so often anymore. It drained the positive energy out of me. So, I began speaking more to
In a year of a long list of happy news, I found myself finding them less important than all the things that brought me down this year. The negative was always so minor to the positive, but I let it take control of my happiness. It was overwhelming. For the first time in a long time, I caught myself questioning whether I should change for them, or if they should just get
What an incredible, overwhelming and exciting year 2015 has been. This year started off with so many positive occasions and achievements. Not just for me, but for the people around me, also. It was full of happy staff – weddings, engagements, new babies. It was extremely welcoming. The tail end of the year had its hurdles, but when I think of how awful I felt last year, 2015 was one
Earlier this year, I was enlightened. One of my cousins, my partner and I were having a discussion, and in that discussion the subject came up about how I always tell people I was a ‘mistake’. People would laugh it off and ask why. Lightheartedly, I would tell them that my mum hid her pregnancy from everybody, including my dad, because she couldn’t believe a woman of 40 could fall
I’m not the sort of person that relies on a year to end to start over. Whenever it’s time to change, moving on or simply trying again, I’ll do it when it’s due. Not because the years ticked over. I’m not a ‘new year, new me’ sort of person. Ask anyone that knows me best. But, unfortunately, I have fallen into that trap this year and I hate myself for
Simply… They make me happy. As a former (and hopefully one day again) radio personality, I can only aspire and wish I had a show like, and the ideas of Dan Debuf and Maz Compton. Apart from how great I think the show works and the personality they bring to it, I look forward to listening to them on the drive home. I don’t ‘look forward’ to that sort of
Note: Names have been changed to protect the identity of the people in this story. Everyone at work spoke a lot about Mesh and her abilities. I was always curious to find out more, as I was a firm believer of the spirit world and still am. It was 2010 and after a few years of running off the tracks, I needed something to put me back on them stably.
I can’t remember the first time I heard Miami to Atlanta, but it did come at a perfect time. It was a horrible year that 2008, where I saw the word ‘depression’ being written out by my doctor. I suffered the biggest blow and many more were to follow. After ending my two year streak of unhappiness in one department, a domino effect occurred where I became unhappy with the
“Pou eime?” “Ti?” “Pou eime?” I hesitated to give any response to the question for a few seconds, but I finally answered. “Spiti?” My answer was in itself a question. After living in this house for six years why is my father asking me where we are? We are sitting on the badly torn leather couches that are covered in this horrible grey colour that he bought, aren’t we? The