Disclaimer: I have been writing this post on and off for the last couple of months. It isn’t very long but it is about something that has taken me a long time to come to terms with and begin to be comfortable to share outside of my circle. Some references may seem outdated by the time I have posted it, but the impact of those events are still as important to remember and recognise as a catalyst for this.
Over the last few months and years there have been a sad number of losses in the music industry and in other areas of entertainment. This is not uncommon. The most recent one that hit me was Chester Bennington from Linkin Park. The thing that I find most upsetting is when comes out that the people lost were living with depression or another mental health problem. For a very short time after that there is a huge speaking out from people saying that we should talk about depression, take the stigma away from it, then it all goes quiet again and becomes something that isn’t spoken about again. I don’t know why this is.
Update: a couple of months on, there has been nothing significant to continue the discussion that occurred in the week following his death. Sadly, this is not a surprise.
Continue reading “Invisible sickness”
The 6th of August was one of those landmark days for me as it is the day, at 24 years old, that I left Sydney, my home, my job, my friends and family, to move to London. I didn’t know how it would turn out, if I would last, if I would even enjoy it, if I could be self sufficient. But here I am, six years on, still here, and very happy in my decision to leap, to give it a go and see what happened.
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On Monday 3rd July we say goodbye to the larger than life man who I had the honour of calling Grandad. He, alongside with Grandma, have grown the most incredible family who I am so proud of. He taught us how to love unconditionally, to help others, how to be patient, and to see the wonder and adventure in everything.
David Allen Anderson came from Takapuna in Auckland. His family were well known in the area as they were the milkmen. He was a keen sailor and had a boat which he owned with his best friend and future brother-in-law, George. He was fit, strong and handsome.
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For many years, at least 7 or 8, my mother and I have been trying to track down a teacher that I had in primary school who I found so inspiring. Continue reading “Tracking down my inspiration”
Today was the first day of the last half term of the school year for me. Seven more weeks of my class, my kids, who I have gotten to know so well over the last 10 months. Yes, there are times when they frustrate me, annoy me, and make me question my ability to be a sane and rational human, but they are amazing little people growing up and maturing in ways that make me so proud of them. They don’t always get it right, how could they, they are only 10! However, I am so privileged to see the little moments where they shine each day, where I see their personalities develop, where I get a glimpse of the person they are becoming.
Continue reading “The Final Countdown”
As I finish packing for another trip, I realise that I am asking myself why do I travel. What is it that makes me want to go to new places, get lost, lose things, forget things, not know the language, not know what I am ordering. Why on earth do I do this?
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The Sunday just gone marked Mothers Day in Australia. So what else should I let inspire me in writing for this than the woman that inspires me every single day!
Continue reading “Lessons from my Mum”