One pair of eyes but two perceptions…

Today I did my make up the same, wore the same clothes, my hair is the same as yesterday but something was different.

I didn’t look as good as I wanted too.

There’s no explanation for it as everything is the same except my own thoughts.

I had quite a lot negative self talk going on last night. Probably because I was exhausted and hungry. But is it possible for our mind to really affect our perception in that way?

I think this is proof of why we should challenge those negative thoughts and that inner mean girl because today, I don’t feel as good as yesterday and there’s no valid reason for it.

My physical appearance is the same and I’m still as hot as yesterday.

So, fuck you brain. I’m not playing your mind games. I’m fucking fabulous despite your mean little comments and besides, it’s not all about looks (that’s a fuck you to society 🖕🏼).

Have a great day you beautiful people 💕

My New Years resolution is to be dating app free and here’s why…

For the last year or so, I’ve been on and off dating apps. Tinder, bumble, happen. I’ve tried them all.

I’d go through phases of full on dating to swiping on the toilet out of boredom.

So, my New Years resolution for 2019 is: NO DATING APPS.

Here’s why…

Whilst I have been single for a while now, I don’t feel like I’ve really been single. I’ve been “looking”. And we all know that when we look for love, we rarely find it. Or if we do, it might not be the love we are looking for.

So firstly, I want to be single the right way. The real way.

Secondly, I don’t like all this online dating malarkey. Don’t get me wrong, it’s quick and easy but it’s dehumanising. Judging people on their bio. If you think about it, people are selling their best selves. What about the other sides to people? Would you swipe right on a guy who said “has struggled with mental health but is coming through the other side”. No because that’s not what you want in your “dream man”. Most people want the perfect finished product. And this itself is sad.

It’s also not realistic to judge someone by how they sell themselves. On this note, no one is every going to honestly say who they are on a dating app. They’re more likely going to say what they think you want to hear.

Also, on the topic of judging, I am yet to meet a guy who looks just like his tinder pictures. I think it’s safe to say that guys typically like to pose with an animal and/or a baby to show their emotional side, their friends to show they have some and a traveling/festival picture to show they leave the house. Similar to girls who use endless snapchat filters. Come on girls, post the bed head photos. That’s the real you. WE WANNA SEE THE REAL YOU’S!

My fourth point, communicating via dating apps is not how most people communicate in real life. Ever met up with a tinder date and it’s been super awkward? No conversation flow? Yet on message it was great. The internet gives us time to think about our reply, to be smart and flirty. Real life allows us to be ourselves! Also… I really doubt a guy would come up to me in real life asking me for nudes.

Lastly, I have been using these apps for a little bit of attention. Sad but true. When all my friends have boyfriends or are going on dates and I want to remind myself I’ve still got it, I’ll download a dating app. The compliments or even a simple match is a confidence boost. But hell, it’s a short term confidence boost and I’d rather just get back to loving myself for real with NO distractions.

I’m totally not slating these apps. They’re great for some people. Especially people who have little time to socialise or just struggle with it. But they’re just not for me.

So, for now, goodbye online dating. Swiping left now.

The Lanson bottle of Champaign I never drank.

So, for the last day of 2018, I decided to clear through everything in my bedroom at my dads house. It is full of some really nostalgic stuff but also, lots of junk.

On top of my desk, was this…

An unopened bottle of Lanson champagne I received for my 21st birthday. I’m now 25…

I remember I was saving it for a special occasion but there was never a special enough occasion to open it. I don’t mean that nothing great ever happened, I mean nothing was worthy of getting myself black out drunk, aggressive and emotional and self destructive over.

Looking back, I never really drank to celebrate. I never drank a lot at weddings or real celebrations. It was like I wanted to actually savour those moments. Like I subconscious knew that if I got drunk, I’d ruin the memory.

I drank at a parties and gatherings and got completely wasted. I became a party girl who was hilarious and sassy. I had a reputation to uphold. Why was I so uncomfortable just being myself sober?

I thought I had a reputation to uphold. Little did I know, that I didn’t look hot or sassy or funny but I looked sad, desperate and a complete and utter mess.

Anyway, I’m sat here staring at this Lanson bottle of champagne and I’m not sad. I never got to enjoy this and I wouldn’t of anyway. I would of drank it fast and classless to get wasted.

I find it all quite funny. The irony in saving something for a time that would never come.

So, instead, I am going to take it to a friends house tonight where they are having a NYE gathering. I’m going to pass it on with only good wishes and hope that they can drink and enjoy this bottle of Lanson’s champagne in a way I never could whilst I’m sipping on my pineapple juice and lemonade 💁🏻‍♀️

The truth about becoming a Mum

Becoming a mum has honestly changed my life and I feel like I’ve found my purpose.

But it didn’t happen effortlessly. The last 8 months has been a real rollercoaster and I feel like there’s a lot people don’t tell you about becoming a mum.

They tell you about how you’ll love your baby so much and how you’ll never experience a love like it. They also tell you to enjoy the sleep and a hot cup of tea whilst it lasts.

What they don’t tell you is the truth.

The real honest truth.

The truth about how you’ll feel after birth. Now I know this is subjective to everyone but most mums I’ve spoken to have the same overwhelming mix of emotions. People tell you “it’s just hormones, you’ll be fine soon” but it’s not JUST hormones.

It’s the realisation that you’ve made a goddamn tiny human than relies on you and loves you regardless of who you are or what you do. Good or bad. No pressure.

It’s the realisation that the family dynamic has gone from 2 to 3 and somehow, you’ve got to remember to keep the baby alive whilst maintaining a healthy loving relationship with your partner.

Even more so, the wider family dynamic changes forever. You’re no longer just the daughter or granddaughter. You’re a mum. An adult. You are in charge of your baby and it’s your job to put boundaries in place for your baby to the people who raised you and put the original rules in place. These rules, boundaries and expectations may not match up.

It’s the “mother’s load” that appears over night. The overbearing mind fog where you have to remember if the baby has eaten, had their nappy changed, slept and how long for. Did they eat enough? Are they cold or too hot? Are they breathing? Do they need new vests? They’re crying, why are they crying? Shit, I forgot to eat again. I need to make dinner, we have no food. The house is a mess. I’m tired. Really tired.

It’s the external pressures. The ones from family members who think they know best because they have raised a child before. The social media pages who show you the most unrealistic view of motherhood. The pressure to sleep train, to have a routine, to prepare activities for your baby like you’re a childcare professional. Don’t get me started on the pressures of breast feeding or formula feeding.

It’s the physical changes. It feels like it never ends. Your body has gone from the one you’ve always known to a giant bowling ball and then it suddenly gets deflated. If you’re lucky, you have no tears, cuts or stitches but in reality, most of us do. The tummy that you loved because it grew your beautiful baby is now soft like playdough and it’s covered in stretch marks. You’re sure you’ll bounce back, most people do right? Wrong.

It’s the loss of friendships. The people who don’t bother because they aren’t “baby people” or because they’re too busy after your life changing experience. Some people will think you’ve changed but your just in different places of your lives.

It’s the sleep deprivation. You never realised actual torture until you have a baby who won’t sleep. That mixed with the overwhelming pressures of everything mentioned previously leading to an exhausted over-emotional irrational-thinking new mother.

By the way, you feel like this and still have to keep the baby alive. Are we superheroes or what?

When you become a mum, you will love your baby like you’ve never loved before. You will feel emotions on a level you’ve never experienced before. Fierce protectiveness and pure love and happiness. Sometimes this happens straight away, sometimes it takes time.

And don’t get me wrong. You will form stronger friendships and relationships with people than before. You will find yourself again and learn to love your new body. You will have a good nights sleep again and life will calm down.

Having a baby is the best thing I have ever done and I would NEVER ever change that BUT the truth is, it’s not easy and it’s taken me 8 months to start to feel like myself again. I have a loving partner and a great support network. I have a roof over my head and I’m financially stable and I still struggled at points. Even with all that, I still struggled.

My point is be kind to yourself and don’t underestimate the power of motherhood. It will be the biggest and best adventure you ever take 💜

My best friend

Please be kind to Students this time of year!

As most of you know, January can be hard for many of us. We feel deflated after Christmas with less motivation, less money and more weight gain. Some of us have experience trauma this time of year and some of us just don’t like the long dark winter days.

It sucks for a lot of us!

But as a student, I can tell you that this time of year is the most depressing, hopeless, isolating, emotional time.

Student mental health is on the decline. The Office of National Statistics figures show 95 recorded university student suicides for the 12 months to July 2017 in England and Wales. That’s not just 95 “sad” students. That is 95 young people who couldn’t cope for whatever reason and made the decision to end their lives. How many other students feel like this but never attempt suicide? How many students attempt suicide and survive? How many are inflicting harm on themselves in other ways? How many are struggling with their mental health? These students do not make it into statistics but I can say, there is an overwhelmingly huge demand at my university for mental health support. Every year, there has been at least one person at my university that has taken their own life.

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It may sound so melodramatic. There are so many horrific things to experience in this world and in comparison, being a student is pretty great but please bear in mind what I’m going to say:

Whilst most people have been enjoying their time off at Christmas, I’ve been revising. Don’t get me wrong, I had fun every time I took a day off from revision and enjoyed the Christmas spirit but I still had a looming shadow hanging over me of what I needed to do next.

The last few weeks, I have sat at a computer for most of the day staring at the screen and revising as hard as possible. This has led to isolation as well as sleep deprivation.

My brain is so active from revising that I can’t physically sleep before 2am at the moment. Even if I sleep, it’s broken with vivid anxiety dreams. Then, I set an alarm for 9.30am and get up at 11am earliest. I’m rubbish at getting up early but believe me, even getting up at 11 is a struggle right now.

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I then sit at my computer for 4 hours and watch the daylight drain away. Now it’s 4pm and I’m exhausted. Im frustrated. I’m lonely. I’m in need of attention. I probably haven’t eaten properly but I have to carry on because I have too much revision to do and not enough time.

My mental health is declining and I lean towards to the people I love because I can’t seem to motivate myself to even get dressed. This leads to arguments with loved ones because whilst my emotions are real, they are making me irrational and all I want is to be scooped up in a big blanket and cuddled.

Now, I am feeling pathetic. Get a grip girl, it’s only an exam. Right?

Either way, I am now feeling completely and utterly hopeless and defeated. I have days where I revise really well and others where I stare at the computer, hours go by and I’ve done nothing.

I am now starting to doubt my ability to do these exams. I am starting to doubt whether I have the intelligence to be at university. I am now doubting myself.

My doubts become internalised and I now doubt more than my academic achievements. I’m doubting what I look like. I want to get new clothes, dye my hair, get a piercing. I need something new to take this shitty feeling away.

I’m feeling so shit that my brain is feeling triggered by this and I am having random tantrums and moments where I cry for absolute no reason.

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My brain also reminds me of everything I’ve ever done leading up to these exams and questioning everything I have ever done. Again, doubting myself.

Like I said, this may seem so melodramatic and trust me, I feel ridiculous right now but the pressure of being a successful student as well as a fully functioning human being who is in control of her shit is too much right now.

I have studied and worked hard all term for this. I am being judged on a 2 hour exam. One module (I have 3 + dissertation) contains about 22 hours of teaching a term. So, all the effort I’ve put into 22 hours teaching plus readings and independent research is being judged in a 2 hour exam where it’s pretty much down to luck because there is no physical way to learn and understand that much information in the time given. And the pressure of all that has led to feeling completely and utterly shit about myself and life right now. University is not easy and a degree is not a joke.

So all I’m asking is for you to be kind to your student pals because we are really fffff’ing stressed right now. We just want to be supported and loved in any way possible.

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Personal growth and acceptance in Sobriety

Being back in Brighton in a place is tough. It’s where I had the worst drinking habit in my life and where I stopped drinking. It’s also where I came to better myself academically and where I have bettered myself personally.

My dissertation topic is centred around addiction which fascinates me but also causes me pain when I hear or read things that resonate with my own experiences.

Today, I have been trying to reflect on all the things I have achieved but more what I have overcome. And I am so proud of my personal growth despite what has been thrown at me and what I have thrown at myself.

I’m not here to write about abuse or bullying or what has happened to me that wasn’t my fault. No pity party.
What I want to say is growing as an individual and changing your negative habits and relearning positive thinking is what I’m really fucking proud of.
AND IT IS ACHIEVABLE.

As many people know, I was a bit of a loose cannon as a teenager and even blowing over into my early 20s. I struggled with self identity, self esteem, self love and anything positive to do with myself. The only way I truly knew to deal with this was to ignore how I actually felt and either pretend to feel a certain way with a cocky, loud, no-fucks-given persona or to feel this persona but by using coping strategies which were incredibly unhealthy for my physical and mental health.

This is not normal and the sad thing is, too many people experience struggles with mental health through their biology or environment and most of what damages their mental health is not their fault.

Yet, there is still stigma surrounding mental health and there is still grudges held against people who make mistakes in their life.

The Kelly I am today was in that girl before but she was so squashed down and ignored due to unhealthy coping mechanisms and this persona I’d created and was battling with.

By creating this persona and unhealthy coping mechanisms, I created relationships and friendships with people I didn’t actually like and I partook in activities I actually had no interest in but I thought that was who I was.

I truly thought I was that girl. The girl in the left side of the attached photo. The girl who got drunk all the time and made bad choices every weekend. The girl who felt bad for the next five days and self medicated by getting drunk again. The girl who thought this was NORMAL.

But the girl I actually was, she wasn’t any of those things. She was smart and quirky. She was really loving and caring. But most of all, she wasn’t that confident and she didn’t know how to process her life experiences. She’d created this persona so the decent people and love she needed in her life was unable to access her.

I was squashed down inside that girl for years. Struggling mentally and battling everyday with who I was as a person and also, what I had experienced.

The biggest and best thing I have ever done was to decide enough was enough and to stop drinking alcohol.

It has encouraged me to be the best version of myself and also forced me to face unwanted feelings that I had ignored for a long time.

I am now able to properly recognise my emotions and moreover, I can cope with them healthily. I don’t need to numb my feelings or put on a front.
I have opened doors to the good people in my life that I had shut out for so long. I am able to go to them when I am struggling and be honest and they give me the love and support I have always needed because I let them.

Even better, I am able to apologise. I am able to truly take ownership in my flaws as a person and fix them. I can own all of the wrong doings in my life and apologise. I sometimes feel sorry for myself for what I’ve experienced but unfortunately, no amount of trauma can excuse negative behaviours especially when they hurt those around you. So now, I am able to have healthy relationships with others. I am able to be that friend to others like they were to me. I can be a good daughter, granddaughter, niece, cousin, friend, girlfriend etc.

And the best thing about feeling and dealing with real emotions and real relationships is that I can finally breathe.
I am free. I never gave up anything. I freed myself from negativity around me in my environment, in others and in my own mind.

Don’t get me wrong, I still struggle. I still get belts of anxiety where I feel completely overwhelmed and triggered. I still feel guilt and shame sometimes. I still remember unwanted memories and triggers.

BUT I have built this little world around me where I love who I am and I will continue to fight to love myself, where I have amazing friends and family and I will not tolerate anyone in my life who brings any form of negativity and where I am able to be the best version of myself, not only for me but those around me because love is a two way street and having positive influences and bonds with others in life brings more stability, self-assurance and self-love than you can imagine.

The girl I am now is on the right side of the attached photo (with a mocktail) and that right there is pure happiness.

And 957 days sober. Boom.

The strong ones cry too

Being strong is exhausting.

Most of the time I got this. When things happen and I’m not happy, I do what I can to make myself happy.

I remove negative people from my life.

I look after my basic needs first to ensure I’m not losing myself.

But sometimes, being strong, funny, productive, self-assured… is fucking exhausting.

Sometimes, being strong no longer feels strong.

Sometimes, unwanted thoughts or triggers are planted and sometimes they’re unavoidable.

Sometimes, there is really very little you can do to change the shitty situation you’re in.

Sometimes, you just need to cry.

Being a strong self-assured person does not mean you are solid 24/7.

I still doubt myself, question my body, struggle with my mind, feel angry about things that have happened that we’re out of my control.

I still remember all the negative coping mechanisms I’ve ever used and sometimes, I want to use them again.

Sometimes, I just want to have a self-destructive pity party all by myself and think “fuck you all”.

Anger is seen as a negative emotion but we all feel it. Anger is actually a powerful emotion and when it is recognised and acknowledged, it can be used in a productive way.

Yet, anger is exhausting. All emotions can be exhausting.

And experiencing overwhelming emotions for a prolonged period of time is again… exhausting.

If you feel like any of the above, don’t worry. Even the strong fall sometimes. In fact, they fall a lot.

So cry and keep crying. Go to the gym. Write a blog. Turn the music up and scream. Let that emotion out.

The strength within us means that we won’t stop fighting until we feel better. Even when we feel there’s no energy left, we are still fighting for happiness.

Just keep breathing and do you.

And if you need to have that pity party, then party hard.

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You got this. Stay strong x

 

Why have I defined my life by the men I have dated?

I have spent my life defining it by the relationships I have had with men and this has got to stop.

When discussing the past or reflecting on things that have happened, I remember it by the guy I was dating. This pisses me off…  A LOT.

The psychologist in me is determined to understand why I do this and also, to make a plan so that I NEVER do this again… because I am not and never will be defined by the men I had interest in.

Part of me believes it is due to being so emotional. I feel everything so deeply and at times, I have become so consumed by the relationship I was in, it became me.

Another part of me believes that I have always put my all into relationships. So, when they break down, it takes a part of me with it and therefore, makes me question who I am as a person.

It could also be the fact that I had a bad relationship with myself and instead of dealing with it, I focused on trying to fix relationships when I should have focused on myself.

Perhaps some weird shit happened in childhood and influenced the child version of myself to believe that my value depends on my relationship.

Who the hell knows?

What I do know, is that I will never define my life by the men I date. From now on, my life will be viewed by the challenges I have overcome and all that I have achieved.

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The dreaded question… “Are you single?”

Why do we feel the need to be in a relationship?

What is so wrong with being single?

I go through phases where I love being single,

and then I get asked “Do you want a boyfriend?” or “Why are you single?”… like there is something wrong with me.

Why is it when we’re single, we are made to feel like some sort of outcast. You’re what? Single? What is wrong with her?

How about maybe I want to be single? Or how about maybe I don’t want to be single and you’ve just reminded me that society thinks I’m a reject.

HOW ABOUT YOU MIND YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.

There are so many things I love about being single. I love my own space and being able to make mess and lounge around in absolutely nothing.

and then I feel like I do want a relationship. That I have so much love to give to someone else.

But regardless of what I want, stop giving me your opinion as to why I’m single and whether I should be in a relationship or not.

The truth about a self-harmer…

If you know a self harmer, know that even if they have not harmed themselves in days, weeks, months or years, they think about it every single day especially on days filled with emotion.

I don’t remember why I started self-harming but for some reason, I saw it as an option. I was too young to drink and to take drugs and for some reason, talking about and facing up to emotions was not an option in my mind.

I was 11 years old when I first self-harmed. Absolutely terrifying. I am now 25 years old and the thought of a cousin, niece, nephew or even a child of my own doing that at 11 years old is heart breaking. I’m sorry mum.

The last time I self-harmed for a long period of time was about 5 years ago. It was one of the darkest times of my life and I really didn’t care if I lived or died.

People think self-harm is a really bad thing but I don’t. It is a coping mechanism. A really short term fix with negative long term results but it helped me cope. I enjoyed it. I looked forward to doing it. I would be able to breathe after. I would be myself again after. It was nice.

Reading this, I bet you are thinking I’m crazy. I used to think I was.

I had a slip up when my drinking got out of hand and it was like I was drinking excessively to self-harm because being drunk was my excuse and I was more confident about doing it. I would never talk myself out of it if I was drunk.

The last time I self-harmed was the last time I drank. I think thats pretty significant.

However, there is something so dark and comforting about the thought of it. I don’t know if it’s the physical pain or seeing blood or something else…

But the worst thing about being a self-harmer is not actually self-harming, it’s the feeling of missing it.

Some days, the thought will come and it will pass.

Some days, I will be fighting the thought off for hours.

Some days, I want to do it.

And I hate that I want to do it but I also like it.

And I hate that I like it.

The reality of having a negative coping mechanism for so long and becoming attached to it in a way that you miss it is shit.

Trying to explain this to someone who has no idea around self-harm is excruciatingly painful and frustrating. I don’t expect everyone to understand but don’t judge a self-harmer.

They don’t judge you every time you pick up a cigarette or a drink because you’re stressed.

Don’t ever look at someone’s scars or listen to their story and think they’re weak.

A self-harmer in recovery is an incredibly strong person. Far from weak.

They are still here and still fighting daily battles.

They’ve developed healthier ways to deal and cope with emotions.

They’ve seen the darkness and they’re familiar with it but they’re still looking towards the light.

Also, know that like with everything, you will always have attention seekers.

I feel self-harmers are given this label too often and it’s completely false. Someone who self-harms to release emotions or to feel something or for whatever reason, will hide their harm. They will not flaunt it.

It’s not a trophy. It’s personal and most of the time, after the harming, it feels shameful so self-harmers tend to cover up.

People who walk round showing their cuts and talking about it like they’ve just made a cup of tea are attention seeking. For whatever reason, they want attention. You can take this as annoying or a cry for help or something they’re seeking as they’re missing it from other parts of their life.

But for those individuals who harm themselves because they can’t cope with their emotions, just hug them. Ask them how they are. And then ask them how they really are. These people are good at hiding how they really feel.