Right, so how exactly does one get one’s shit together? That’s what I’m in the process of finding out. Read on!
Today I keep silent but inside I shout,
I try to wash away the shame,
paint a smile upon my mouth.
My heart it is heavy,
full of unexplained sorrow.
I can’t feel happy, not today,
I walk and I walk and I keep on going,
where will the road lead me?
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Today I am trapped
in this dark consuming space.
Nobody knows, nobody knows,
they don’t see my face.
Today I hide away from the world and its doors,
the world as I see it, through my eyes,
not theirs and not yours.
I hide my fear and I hide all expression.
If I let them all know, they might call it depression!
I would no longer be me because then things would change,
just the girl no one talks to
because now she is strange!
Her head is messed up,
her face is a fake.
Her smile isn’t real
her mind, it might break.
Don’t sit too close to the girl who is sad.
We can’t help her anyway,
she’s crazy, she’s mad!
So I carry my despair to the end of the day,
and struggle to pray all the pain away.
I tell myself,
“I love myself, respect myself,
and heal myself”.
they don’t see my face,
tomorrow will come
and I’ll be in a better place.
Please welcome my guest David Kelly from Dromore in Co. Down who took part in a recent interview for We Are Holistic. Continue reading
Hi everyone. My name is Sharon Bingham and I’ve been a therapist for around 10 years. I’ve been interested in complimentary therapies for a long time now and although I do believe in orthodox medicine, I will try to find a natural remedy first.
When I hear the word ‘curiosity’, it reminds me of the time Mrs. Palm Stinger (my school teacher) gave me six of the best with her worn out old ruler. I was only about 8 years of age and in second class. We were all standing in a circle, like the good little girls we were, doing our english reading.There was a knock on the classroom door and Mrs. Palm Stinger ordered us to remain quietly in our places. As soon as the door closed behind her, the whispers and the giggling began. Of course everyone was dying to know who was at the door, including me! The girls teased and dared each other to sneak a peek. Nobody budged! Feeling very brave that day, I dashed to the top of the room and took a quick glance through the glass panel door. Heart thumping like mad, I returned to my place and felt very important as I informed my classmates that it was Pauline’s mammy who had come calling. I thought I was great! So proud of myself. I didn’t feel that way for too long because as soon as Mrs. Palm Stinger re-entered the classroom, she was met with a chorus of high pitched voices singing, “Please miss Gloria McEntee ran up to look out the dooooooor….”
Well, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Betrayed!
Curiosity Killed the Cat
I was rewarded with an angry glare and six wallops with the battered old wooden ruler. She had a song to sing too! With each slap she warbled, “CUR – I – OSITY – KILLED – THE – CAT”. My red palms stung for a long time afterwards and my feelings even more so.
Later that same day, I was informed by a ‘reliable’ adult that curiosity meant ‘nosey parker’. Not a good day for an 8 year old! Needless to say, from then on the brave side of me kept well hidden away. I kept all queries to myself right through my primary school days.
Thankfully I learned later in life that ‘curious’ and ‘nosey’ mean two different things. ‘Nosey’ is when someone has a strong desire to pry into things that don’t concern them……like the private affairs of others. ‘Curious’ is the desire to learn or find out more about something that is of interest.
So….. someone once said that curiosity killed the cat. Did it really? What cat anyway? Now I’m curious……so I will try to find out who this mysterious cat is and if he still exists!
There is no cat! To cut a long story short……..The phrase ‘Curiosity Killed the Cat’ is used as a warning to someone who is venturing into something that may have dangerous consequences. It is also a polite way of telling somebody to mind their own business! So I’m guessing that Mrs. Palm Stinger was warning me that it was dangerous to run to the top of the classroom to look out the door – even if you did it very quickly. Well she could have told me that…..I would have understood!
Seriously though, I have long since forgiven her. I don’t carry it around with me! I’ve had bigger fish to fry down through the years.
Curiosity Didn’t Kill Me
When I finally gave into my curiosity, I learned how to ask questions about things that interested me.
Some important lessons I learned along the way:
1. Ask as many questions as it takes to get the answers you want or to understand fully what it is you need to know.
2. No question is a stupid question.
3. Don’t be concerned with those who don’t give a hoot about something you love. Nobody has to share your choice of interests. Nobody thinks exactly like you do or feels exactly like you do.
4. It is not a crime to lose interest in some things as time goes on and when you find yourself becoming curious about new interests, then delve right in. Sometimes we can have a renewed enthusiasm for old hobbies or pastimes years after we’ve abandoned them.
5. It is not always the case that you learn something new every day. If you spend most of your time in bed and only get up to watch your favourite soaps….what could you have possibly learned that day? Okay, you learned who cheated on who in Eastenders, but who cares? Is that piece of information really of any value to you?
How to Learn Something New Every Day
1. Spend time with people who you find interesting to talk to.
2. Spend time with people who share your interests. Even if the only way you can do this is on social media.
3. If you’re on social media, particularly Facebook, don’t waste your precious time engaging in all the negative posts and drama. Instead, join the groups that have positive messages to share and that post about your interests and hobbies.
4. Enrol in classes that enrich your hobbies. A great way of meeting like minded people.
5. Sign up for a course that will help you to improve your work related skills. You can never know too much, even if you’ve been in your job for many years!
6. And believe it or not…..do things that make you happy. You’ll be surprised at how you will learn great things just by being happy and open-minded!
7. Last but not least. Read! Read whatever interests you. Current affairs, romantic novels, sci fi, mystery and suspense (my favourite), non-fiction, anything! So much healthier than watching soaps too. 😉
keep your curiosity alive. Don’t be shy or afraid to learn new things. Curiosity didn’t kill the cat and it most certainly won’t kill you. (But just be careful all the same)
You must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizon. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens.
What is your definition of well-being and mental health?
Are you easily motivated or do you struggle to feel positive about certain areas of your life?
My first experience of a seaweed bath was about ten years ago in Enniscrone. After a long walk on the fabulous sandy beach, my husband took me along to Kilcullen’s Seaweed Baths. Although Stephen had been raving about these baths for quite some time, he didn’t give away too much detail so I was a little bit unsure of what to expect. As I am a lover of the sea and all that goes with it, Stephen was quite certain that I would fall in love instantly with the seaweed baths. And he was right – I did fall in love with them!
How many times have you tried meditation? Are you getting better at it? Or do you feel like you will never get the hang of it? Are you easily distracted while meditating? Maybe your mind constantly wanders into yesterday or tomorrow no matter how many times the voice tells you to, ‘Bring your mind gently back if you feel it wandering.’
I think most of us have concluded that meditation is a deeply relaxing exercise that promotes a healthy mind. It calms down our churning thoughts, giving our brain a chance to rest. But meditation doesn’t come easy to everyone, especially beginners. Well, listen up all you beginners and over-active thinkers…….. I have discovered the mother of all meditations! Sound Meditation Baths. No, it has nothing to do with having a bubbly bath with soft music playing in the background – much better than that. Oh yes!
I didn’t know what dental floss was when I was a child. Candy floss was more prominent in my vocabulary. The importance of taking special care of our teeth wasn’t drummed into me or my brothers when we were children. We thought it was normal to have teeth pulled when they decayed. “Sure we’ll get brand new ones like our parents did. Lovely new white straight teeth”. Did we really say that? Yes, I’m afraid we did.
Of course we were warned many times about the dangers of eating too many sweets but it didn’t stop us munching our way through sticky toffees and sugary jellies. And who could forget the Blackjacks and Fruit Salads? About ten in a bag for 2p. And they lasted for hours. I remember being so excited if I found a halfpenny on the street. I went straight to Mrs. Fultons sweet shop for a Golfball chewing gum. It used to last me three days! A day at school went so slow when you had a couple of pennies in your pocket to spend in Mrs. Fultons on the way home. She was every child’s most favourite woman on the planet!
Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be perfect? To never put a foot wrong and to never say the wrong thing. Do you look at others and think that they are so perfect and they have the perfect life? Look closer and I bet you will find that they are not perfect at all and they don’t have the perfect life. Because what is that word anyway?
We all use the word ‘perfect’. We use it when we talk about the people we love. “My partner is so perfect.” “My baby is so perfect.” “My children are so perfect.” “Johnny is the perfect friend.” This is probably because we love them unconditionally and we don’t see any flaws that they may have or we simply choose to ignore them. We accept our loved ones just the way they are. In our eyes, they are indeed ‘perfect’. But what you perceive to be perfect will be quite different to what others will see.