All posts tagged: Mental Health

Go Easy on Yourself.

I’m back after two days of ‘missing in action’… though I was not short of action with plenty to be done, places to attend, business to sort and a never ending list of things to organise. With that being said, you can understand why my words needed to be put on hold whilst I was living life… And so, I granted myself a reprieve to get through a couple of busy days. Let’s do a little re-cap and make up for day twenty-six, twenty-seven and the fabulous, ‘sunshiny’ day twenty-eight… If you do nothing else but scroll to the bottom and read the section in Pink… then you will gain the key message from this particular blog. Sending smiles and sunshine for your weekend ahead.  Also – my garden is blooming, I just LOVE this time of year. In my shoes for a few spring days… I then went on to write precisely 492 words below, which I have omitted, because I didn’t think anyone would really need to know, nor would be interested in my movements over the past three days…. …

The Bad Days

I was reviewing journal entries when I came across one in particular… the pit of my stomach immediately dropped, I felt sick and reading the words took me back to a place where I wasn’t ‘good’. It’s an angry day, a poor me day and reading it back, pains me with sadness I’m going so well now, however, this is a dark reminder of the pain anyone endures in a battle against cancer. Today and the next two days touch on subjects that aren’t lollipops and rainbows.  Whilst my outlook on life is one to be excited about, it wasn’t always like that.  In terms of raising awareness, I owe it to fellow fighters, survivors and lifers to paint a picture of reality as well as the joys when you finally get out the other side. Please enjoy (maybe ‘enjoy’ is not the right word, maybe… please watch with an open mind and consider all people who have faced adversity of some sort).  The first of three in this series…

The fear…

Tonight I share a very short snippet of a woman interviewed under the 800 Young Women campaign ran by the NBCF.  It touches on the fear of cancer returning.  This is a fitting ‘lead in’ to what I will be talking about over the next few days…  I will touch on ‘The bad days’ (because I wasn’t always positive), and facing the fear of death.  Confronting mortality prior to old age is a serious haunt that affects every part of you and your loved ones. Bec x

Does your mind get along with your body?

I’ll start by saying this… I’ve (my mind) been quite the bitch to my body over the years. Do you get along with your body? Does your body get along with your mind? In other words, do you have a healthy relationship with yourself? Do you put yourself down? Do you wish you were different? Do you ever look in the mirror with disgust? Do you ever hate your reflection? Do you feel pain within? Have you ever felt disconnected and not at ease? Not balanced? Not happy with yourself? I could answer yes to each and every question above. I HAVE answered yes to each and every question above (in the past)! Last year, during what I call my ‘bad year’, which was post treatment, I became incredibly unbalanced and disconnected from myself. I was confused, I was suffering from post-traumatic distress and I had truly lost myself, and everything I once believed in, actually, I didn’t know what I believed in, I was in a vortex that made me feel like I no …

Why did I get cancer?

12 September 2014 – My Journal (written in the midst of chemotherapy) Lots of deep thoughts for this journal entry and something that I have been thinking about a lot since my diagnosis and it goes something like this… Why did I get cancer? I know that there is no definitive scientific answer to this question and I’m not particularly spiritual either. Religious to an extent, however, I don’t actively practice (I don’t go to church every week). After diagnosis, I became very distanced from the ‘Catholic’ beliefs and angry as to why this has happened to me. I guess it’s natural to want to blame someone. These angry feelings have subsided and I’ve come to accept that this (the cancer) is real, it is happening and I don’t need anger at God getting in the way of my recovery. But the question still begs at me… why did I get cancer? IT IS without a doubt the most obvious question anyone in my position would be asking. You then continue on the obvious arguments …

Nine to Five

This is not about work, this is not about the daily 9’am’ to 5’pm’ grind… Who hates mornings? Or, should I say dislike [I discourage my kids from using the word hate, I say it’s “too strong of a word”]? Who pulls the covers up under their chin when the alarm goes off? Who presses snooze button once… twice? Fifteen times? Pick me, pick me!!! Yep… I am the ‘snooze’ button queen. Though, forever the optimist! Every night… every single God damn night, I tell myself that I am going to get up early and do all the things a perfect morning should entail. Ask my husband and he will most certainly attest that EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT, I advantageously set my alarm for 6am. Do I get up? Hell no – like I said, I’m the snooze queen and I am the one that presses that button fifteen times! How can one have so much ‘hope’ of an early rise, yet time and time again, fails to do so? Of course there’s been the odd …