Yeah, yeah, it’s not a Sunday. But you know what? That’s ok. I think if I put that much pressure on myself to get this up and out every Sunday, then it would probably defeat the purpose. So, as long as I spent the Sunday actually self-caring, happy out. Continue reading “Self-Care Sunday – The Organisation Attempt”
Hi there! How are we all doing? Remember me? Yeah, I did that ‘radio silence’ thing again. Sorry! Hope ye didn’t miss me too much? Continue reading “Self-Care Sunday: The War on Anxiety”
Six months ago, I stood with quaking knees on the sideline of an empty Croke Park pitch. I had just bit the bullet and agreed to abseil from the back of the screen in the corner, the last person to do so that weekend. I was not the better for the experience. Continue reading “Feeling the Fear and Doing It Anyway”
Hello there, yes, it’s me. I’m still here! I’ve just been very quiet on here for the past while. Why was that? Let me catch you up! Continue reading “Where Have I Been?”
In August of last year, I went to my doctor and told him that I was pretty sure I had anxiety. Now, to be clear, I didn’t Google my symptoms (general life note: never google symptoms. Ever). I have a background in psychology so I was familiar with the symptoms. Continue reading “Self-Care Sunday”
Rather ironically, when I read the first few pages of Presence by Amy Cuddy, I was most certainly not present. I was supervising a second year undergraduate Psychology exam. For two hours, it was me, them and the silence, broken only by the occasional cough or turned page. Continue reading “On Being Present”
