A for Anxiety

A poem about running away from anxiety, creating mindful adventures, fighting the stigma, and battling your inner demons.

I’d like to feel safer whilst road cycling

The road bike came out of the shed for a special appearance: my first commute in quite a while. Ok, so it was just a couple of miles to my destination, my rucksack full of clothes and notepaper, some snacks and water. I was heading to a workshop taster session with ION Leadership on what…

Fierce Bright Star

What I understood about my journey to diagnosis and beyond, after running 1800 miles across the UK, came out (unexpectedly, I must add) in the form of a poem. I meant to say this poem during my TEDx Holyhead talk in April, but I was too nervous and overly worried that I'd stumble over my own…

What I wish my illness could do in my absence

Go for a run in the hills Climb a mountain Watch the sunrise from a hilltop Smell the wild flowers Camp under the stars Take a shower & wash my hair Brush my teeth Write a story Illustrate my thoughts & ideas Listen to music, sing & dance Do yoga Meditate Call somebody Step outside…

So how often should I blog about my mental illness?

I tried to objectively ask myself this question, but I don't think I could be honest with myself, not even in a whisper, perhaps because I am inherently biased. If I were to alter the question to—How often should I write about mental illnesses?—would the answer be different? If you're like me, blogging is a cathartic process,…

Our Life’s Purpose

World Mental Health Day 2016 My thoughts on the effectiveness of day-specific awareness days flickers like a seismograph machine needle at a time of intense activity. I simply cannot make up my mind, so let me share some thoughts to see if sharing can help. I awoke with a little bit of dread this morning. Today, in…

Running up those hills

With less than two weeks to go until this running adventure begins, I thought it time that I put something together from the many videos I'd curated during this recent back-to-running journey. As Kate Bush says it: "If I could, I'd be running up that hill." I am blessed with the chance to explore and run…

Just breathe

Some words need life breathing into them, others just drip off the tongue like honey. It's a peculiar time right now. Nothing appears to follow any order, routine, sequence or plan. Each day, in fact each hour, is a different story to tell, a different emotion heralding a seemingly different outcome. It's confusing. Keeping a…

The Greatest Rant of All

So here's the thing; sometimes I am irritated by just about everything that is going on around me, a distraction so wanton and even ridiculous, that I can talk myself into a destructive stupor. This is an insight into what happens when a Mixed State begins to take hold, whilst I still have the presence of…

When the Wizard came to Wales

It's like a dream come true. I'm training at the gym, working to strengthen up my core, my glutes, my knees, my arms and my back because weak buttocks can ruin a runner (I read that in a book), and I don't want a weak butt. And while I'm set with my morning and mid-run…