How in tune I am with nature…
How in tune I am with nature…
Body is rested and my mind is clear… #yoga #aromatherapy #glasgow #relaxed
‘Comparison kills creativity and joy…’
Don’t deny yourself the opportunity to be authentic.
There is only one you.
We see what we want to see. You can’t get away from your own crap by moving to one place from another. Own it, deal with it and realise there is no choice but to let it go. This is your story, you get to write the ending.
Ass is sufficiently kicked! 💪
Today I am saying farewell to my professional break from social media.
My detox wasn’t for any other reason than to focus on my family and health and enjoy the summer season by the sea. In truth, this was a very freeing experience.
Personally, there were many positive benefits: more exercise, travel, catching up with people and sleep to help my body heal. Things I plan to continue heading into the cold winter months ahead.
I believe that we all feel a general pull to be connected at all times, but having dedicated breaks is actually very healthy. Like any holiday, I’m sad to say goodbye but also very excited to make and enjoy a positive social media impact and reconnect with you all again.
Explore the potential of expressive writing and relaxation exercises to promote our own, and other’s, health and wellbeing.
The mind-body connection can be strengthened through prompt-based writing.
When: September ……. Sappho Women’s Festival, Eressos
This interactive workshop will cover:
The documented benefits of writing for wellness and resilience
Describing your best possible life by writing it forward
Simple exercises to relax
Emotional upheavals that keep you from being your best self
Making time to focus: breathe, expel ‘stuck’ thoughts or feelings
Aims: This will be in a group setting where you will be in a safe environment with like-minded people.
Encouraging a space within a space for yourself.
Enjoy the company of others simply being creative.
End: Cool down with stretching and breathing.
The facilitator: AJ has written for DIVA, Curve, LOTL, The Scotsman, The Guardian and various other publications. She is also a passionate mental health advocate and speaks at events throughout the UK including the Stonewall Workplace Conferences.
Next step: FREE event. If you are interested please email – firstname.lastname@example.org
I am proud to support Anti Bullying Week this year with a poem I have written called ‘They said I was a strange girl’.
When I look in the mirror I don’t like what I see…
I now weigh in over five stone heavier than my usual weight and it is affecting everything that I do. My weight gain is taking over my head, my thoughts, my health, and my life.
Time to get a grip and do something about it. Publicly.
My wake up call is that everything hurts and is a struggle. I can’t blame the weight increase entirely on my medication that I take to help with my mental health issues.
So I am asking you to follow my journey, via Instagram, over 100 days to get mental healthy.
The group took one line each from two words HOPE and FEAR. They came up with this wonderful poem without knowing what the other had written.
Sitting in the sun celebrating my dad’s 70th birthday, surrounded by my lovely family, dad had something that he wanted to say.
Choking back the tears, he raised his glass. What I didn’t expect were the next words that he uttered, but they ripped through to the very heart of me.
‘To my daughter, AJ, I never thought that I would see this day…that you would be here to share my special birthday.’
I felt like I had been physically punched in the stomach. Throughout the years of my being bullied, attempted suicide and consequent hospitalisation I hadn’t once considered how my parents had felt. The pain now firmly etched on their faces, it was something I would have to tackle head on.
We shared a wonderful birthday, but days after I was still deeply shocked by his words.
Most research related to bullying has focused on the effects on children, the reason being that children bear the brunt of the suffering. However, many parents suffer too.
I visited mum and dad asking them to open up to me. This is part of what they said:
“You’re not the first person to be bullied and you won’t be the last. I can’t remember exactly when it first started but you seemed to spend most of your time either in your room, at the stables or with nan and grandad.
“While Jo (sister) was invited to friends for tea or to birthday parties you were always on your own..
“It was winter when mum was frantic with worry that you never arrived home from school. We didn’t have mobile phones then. You turned up in the dark, black and blue, tights ripped, knees grazed. She was so relieved to see you that she shouted and screamed and still you said nothing.
“It wasn’t until the school summer fayre that we realised something was seriously wrong. We saw you walking with your favourite teacher, Mr Blenkinsop, not mixing with anyone. He told us that you had some ‘trouble’ with the other girls.
“We persuaded you to go to the bouncy castle while we talked – by the time you came back you were in floods of tears, lips cut and swollen where you had been punched square in the face. The culprit came running after you, to where we were standing, still laughing, taunting and shouting abuse.
“I was so angry. Even now, that sense of not being able to keep my child safe is so pervasive.
“We were subjected to calls and visits from the ‘gang’, an odd experience which felt like a home invasion, a violation so sudden and unexpected.
“I was torn between wanting to be your body-guard and letting you lead your own life. A respite came in the summer of ’82, where you seemed happy spending all your time with Dusty (the horse), your only companion, before starting high school. That first day is engraved in my memory – the day they fractured your skull.
“We searched our hearts and minds for answers but found none. The physical assaults only escalated. The school was of no help whatsoever, ignoring our pleas for help. Yet the psychological effects were far more damaging and it has had a long-lasting consequences for all of us. Your depression kicked in, the destruction had been done.
“Sometimes I wonder if we could have done things differently or prevented it somehow. I will never understand why you wanted to ‘end things’. Your mum was inconsolable. The doctors explained that you needed a rest from life. A grief and sadness overwhelmed me – would you try again? How would you cope with life?
“I fear for children today, the cyber world has opened up a whole new level of bullying. Recent attacks aimed at you have brought back all my fears and worries.
“But we stuck together and most of all AJ, your mum and I want you to know that we love you very much.”
As hard as that was to listen to, it has made me realise the effect that bullying has on the whole family. I realise just how lucky I am to have the love and support of my family.
No one should be made to feel in danger or fear by others at any point in their lives. It impacts not only the victim but the wider community too. I firmly believe that we all have an immediate responsibility to protect our young. As long as we turn a blind eye to the people who need us most, we will continue to have blood on our hands.
As dad says: ‘ Think about this – would you deliberately murder someone with a gun or a knife? No. Then why do it with words? Murder can be invisible – as in the taking of a life.’
Together we can stop this. I am living proof that ‘It Gets Better’.