The what ifs that circle around our head can cause us so much pain. The what if I had done that? Or what if I had said this? They are endless and they can ruin our mental state. After my dads death I was filled with what ifs which led to me feeling a huge … Continue reading What If?
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD for short. It’s a trauma/stress disorder that can develop after someone experiences something traumatic basically. This can be any experienced that happened during childhood or adulthood. With PTSD the brain doesn’t process the trauma the right way, it doesn’t always realise that it is a past event which can … Continue reading PTSD And Music
It's a saying we tell our friends and family members usually during a difficult time. It's a saying I used to despise hearing. If anyone ever dared to say that to me I would be filled with rage and anger. After my dads death, I struggled to figure out why. Why him? He was a … Continue reading Everything Happens For A Reason
Today is a day I used to dread. Normally by now I would have woken up in tears and I would be lying in my depressive hole for the rest of the day. I would normally go on social media and see people posting their tributes to their dad and I would either get angry at the … Continue reading Happy Fathers Day!
I've spoken about my past with self harm, which you can read here if you would like, but my past with suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide is a topic that nobody in my life really knows about. After my dads death I was riddled with guilt, grief and pain. It was a lot for a 12 … Continue reading My Past Suicide Attempt
My friends and family don't know this, so if one day they happen to read this article I'd like to say I'm sorry I never told you. After my dad died I had major struggles with myself. I was riddled with what ifs and the guilt I felt from his death took over my life. … Continue reading My Past With Self Harm
Losing a parent is horrible. Actually horrible, doesn't even come close. It can almost break you. I lost my dad when I was 12 years old. My brother was 16, mum was 48 and my dad also 48 years old. When he passed away it crushed our household. My brother shut himself away. You could … Continue reading Losing A Father – 10 Years On