They’re all different, but with one common theme – I can rely on them to lift my mood, and sometimes even gently probe at my other locked away feelings.
The first anniversary of Conor leaving this earthly plane has come and gone. And quite frankly, I don’t feel any different to the way I did beforehand.
Ever since I was young, one of my ultimate dreams was to start a family. A spanner was thrown in the works upon diagnosis of my mental health problems.
Moving was difficult and committing, yet was necessary to live a better life. Still the tsunamis came, but my response could be executed more conveniently.
The positive in this case, I suppose, is that I am not going to stop telling my story. Until I see a change I am going to keep on fighting. And I will see a change.
The one thing I’ve taken from my experience so far is it’s okay to be scared and confused, to not always know your next steps (quite literally, in this case)