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Who would have thunk it?!

So today I Did a shoot for Lloyds Bank #GetTheInsideOut campaign.

Who would have thought just as little as three years ago that I would be doing the things that I am for mental health awareness?!

Today I’m stood there being filmed and realised how far I had come and how none of us know what will happen.

Here’s why…..♡

#GetTheInsideOut

Talk to someone – Don’t be ashamed of your story. One day it will inspire others ♡

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Coming Through The Worst Times – Suicide Awareness

Are you ever too “broken” to come through the worst times and planning to end your life?

No. It may seem that way, even truly feel like this is it, this is the end but it doesn’t have to be. It’s possible for things to change even when you’re sure they won’t.

I’ve spoken about this before but I believe it’s an Important topic so I’m touching on it again with the the help of my manuscript.

Sometimes it’s only possible to see how far you have come when you look back. That’s a hard thing to do, but sometimes necessary.

Going through multiple diaries to write my story which I hope to have published was difficult but extremely therapeutic and made me realise what I have been through and just how far I’ve come. Not only that but that even when all hope seems to have gone and you’re utterly spent it’s possibly for things to change.

If you’re reading this and going through depression, anxiety, an eating disorder or a really impossible point of your life please know that things can and do change. You just have to hold on.

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This Little Thing Called Life

I’ve just happened across a poem (one of many!) That I wrote some years ago.

Reading it back now it almost has more meaning than when I first wrote it.

I thought I’d share it with you here as it may resonate with someone.

I’ve written sooooooo many poems over the years…I have never really shared them due to lack of self confidence or being told they are “depressing” in my teenage years but writing poetry was always a huge outlet for me.

So here’s “A Little Thing Called Life”

I don’t know where it came from

But it got me where it hurt

Like a disaster zone

Everything on red alert

It snuck in from depths of darkness

Didn’t see it coming around

And that Demon, he got to work

Did his damage while making no sound

Me too, bound by it’s silence

In the dead of night

Inner turmiol and violence

With every battle and every fight

Constantly feeling like you’re skimming

The edge of a knife

But just about missing-

In this little thing called life.

Had the foundations to start building

But in the depths of darkness went the cement

So I lost all my shielding

It never turned out how I meant

And in those depths of darkness

Even that demon wasn’t around

I guess even he couldn’t stand the starkenss

Just emptiness and no sound

It’s like shouting in the shadows

No one ever hears your call

And like grasping at thin air

doesn’t save you from the fall

And then sharper is the blade

On the point of that knife

And further you have strayed-

From this little thing called life

But then suddenly things start to change

And you make your OWN cement

As you realise that is possible

And it doesn’t MATTER where it went

So slowly you start to build

And one by one fill all the cracks

As as each one gets filled

You start to follow all the tracks

find there’s been a beginning-

A middle and an end

As to any story-there were just some errors you had to mend

As the building comes to completion

To examine-you first, must step away

And find despite your emotional depletion

It had to be that way

The greatest of buildings start with nothing at all

And that first simple brick-builds the first simple wall

And although that demon

Makes an appearance from time to time

You’ve built your shielding so know you’ll be fine

So no longer do you feel you’re skimming over the edge of that knife

For you build the skills to blunt it

This little thing called life….

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Hearts Of Hope – World Mental Health Day

It’s World Mental Health Day 10th October

So I decided I wanted to organise another little project to tie in with this so I came up with ” Hearts Of Hope”

Seen as my last project with the notes on the bridge was “notes of hope” and my group which is still campaigning against the council who removed them has recently been renamed “Midlands Messages Of Hope” I wanted something that would tie in with this.

I came up with the idea of making similar notes to those on the bridge but with more of a general “mental health awareness” feel rather than the suicide prevention aim of the notes for the bridge and hanging them all around the rails that go around the entrance to my local park in the aim of mental health awareness, creating conversation around mental health and also notes that will tackle mental health stigma.

To my amazement after the recent awfulness and fight with Worcestershire county council removing my notes of hope from the bridge and what has turned in to a campaign in fight to rehang them I was completely shocked when within 2 hours I had a response from solihull council regarding the hearts if hope project, permission and support! It was pretty amazing considering recent events and so I will be aiming to do this project on 7th October to tie in to World Mental health day.

The aim is to hang them, people to read them, create conversation about mental health but to also attach them in a way so that they are removable.

People with a mental health issue and those who know someone with a mental health issue will be encouraged to take a heart and keep it or pass it on. Hopefully after a week all of the hearts with have gone to hands that need hope ♡♡

You can join the group to support me here : https://www.facebook.com/groups/278903099335095/


Here’s to filling hearts with hope ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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World Suicide Prevention Day – A letter to YOU

Feeling suicidal is in a lot of ways indescribable. That moment of carrying out a planned suicide is something you can’t understand fully unless you’ve been in that moment.

This is a letter to YOU, the person who feels lost, lonely, and like life isn’t worth living.

You are stronger than you think, braver than you know. You can do this. Things can change. I promise.

Keep fighting.