An aspiring writer from the UK
The head of the family
It’s 2006 and 6 months before my dad dies. I obviously didn’t realise it at the time but valuable lessons were learnt in these 6 months and I wish I’d have recognised them when they were happening but the nice thing is that I often look back and think about how they made me who I am today and that’s the lasting effect of memories, cherish or dismissed.
Dad, AKA 'the man'
I remember being stood by the toilets, waiting for my uncle to come out of the toilets and they were next to this really big rollercoaster that I didn’t want to go on, but my dad had said ‘come on, don’t be a wuss, come on with me it’ll be fun!’ This made me not want to go on even more. I wouldn’t say I enjoyed being angry at my dad, or to wanted to contradict him, but it allowed me to side with mum as she would often say ‘he said no, don’t force him if he doesn’t want to’ which pleased me that I got my own way.
All the small things
Kindness – a simple enough word but not so simple to action. For some anyway… I think kindness is something you learn early on in life and it’s hard to create later in life if the foundations haven’t already been established – it’s not impossible to nurture into something from nothing but it takes a lot more work, work people aren’t willing to put in because kindness isn’t something you always have, it comes and goes and evolves and is not always reliable.
Discussing Mental Health
I’ve been depressed. I can say that now as I’ve managed to get to a point where I’ve got a handle of my mental health and I can say I’m no longer in my lowest moment however still being aware of my mental space. Why is it only now though that I feel okay talking about it?
You think it can’t get any worse? THINK AGAIN MF. I am suffocating. Being told that you can’t leave the house to see loved ones, you can’t do the things you were able to do before, with no social distancing and no mask is one thing but not physically able to back that up and do those things either? That’s a kick in your teeth, spit on your neck fantastic.
Food. Damn isn’t food great? Honestly, it brings me so much joy I pinch myself that I am allowed to eat such wonders. The tingling tastebuds and satisfying sensations... mmhmm. Once a foodie, always a foodie and here are some of my favourite foods from around the world.
1st of July, officially the end of Pride month. I’m just waiting for all the company who have been ‘allys’ taking down all their merch, stopping giving to our charities and forget about us until next year but past my cynicism, my thanks. Very much a non-thank you to the bosses of Love Island who say that having a LGBT+ Love Island who ‘logistically difficult’. That’s one great T-shirt but really shady of hetro’s to paint us logistically difficult and they say us gay people are the shady ones… pot and kettle babes.