Today marked the beginning of Mental Health Awareness Week 2013. I challenge you, therefore, how aware are you?
Official figures say 1 in 4 people will suffer from Mental Health difficulties in any year. On World Mental Health Day 2012, I challenge you simply: will you judge others, or be the voice to defend dignity & restore life? Your answer will say more about you than I ever could.
I have been utterly shocked by some of the ‘journalism’ that I have recently seen in the ‘gutter press’ – lack of knowledge is no excuse, and flaming the incendiary is no substitute for educating.
Regardless of whether you think Luis Suarez innocent or guilty, the British Media has shown itself to be totally lacking in knowledge and integrity.
There are many polarised views on last month’s riots in the UK, but it is time for Black & Asian community leaders to assess whether we benefit from the learning of a history in oppression, or one of proud achievement. However the answers are not ‘black and white’.
We are all defined by those with whom we come into contact, and Danielle’s impact on me was inestimable. On Sunday, do not feel sympathy for me, just raise a glass to the person that made me the better person that I am today.
People blog for all manner of reasons. In my case, they have changed drastically over the last 2 years, but I gain more satisfaction now than ever.
‘Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume’ ~ Jean de Boufflers. After 19 months, I finally looked inside the unopened box to find that rather than pain, memories bring a warmth which allows us to move forward in our lives
Nine Months Ago, I thought that I knew God and I felt that I was happy. Now I KNOW IT – The CPAS Growing Leaders programme challenged me to change my life for the better, for good.
How many know that this is National MIND Week 2011? How many what MIND do or that 1 in 4 adults in the UK will suffer this year from a Mental Health related illness? How many that you can really help? It is time to remove the stigma … it is not ‘all in the mind’.
Saved from 10 years of depression, rescued from the loss of the person that I loved most, my faith is the opportunity to give something back.
Born, brought up and back living in Birmingham, yet, spiritually and in some ways physically, there is only one home for me: the City of Liverpool
22 years ago tomorrow, the dreams and hopes of a bright spring morning turned to the darkest despair and tragedy that a city has seen. Still they seek justice for the lives of 96 men and women.
What on earth possessed Geoffrey Chaucer, that his writing should inspire the modern celebration … or should that be utterly needless panic, pressure and expenditure … of Valentine’s Day?
Loss is disorderly with several stages of transition seeming to overlap – I sway and rock to my foundations, but remain standing and ready to confront the challenges ahead of me.
Somewhere in time, the phrase ‘why me’ managed to assume almost exclusively negative connotations. Actually, the word ‘why’ alone is one of the most menacing in the English language. However, when I say ‘why me’, I feel truly blessed.
Grief brings with it so many contrasting emotions. Shock becomes anger which in turn leads to helplessness. However, the biggest loss is the opportunity to say the words that forever remain unsaid.
It is one year to the day that I waved my fiancée off at Manchester Airport. It would be the last time that I saw her. There are so many words that were left unsaid. If only I could have those last few days all over.
Depression is an illness, one that takes the life of many in a tragic way that is difficult to fathom. It is time to obliterate the outdated and ignorant assumptions surrounding it. There is a road to recovery, but it starts deep within.
Every day is a new today, and we owe it to ourselves to cherish every today before it becomes a yesterday.
Too often we find ourselves ceding to the status quo, but when is the time to challenge it and force a step forward in life?
Whilst aesthetic beauty is always special, I derive some of my greatest pleasure from the written word.
When life gets too much, sometimes the greatest solace comes from the true innocence of a child’s mine. In looking to define love, I just listened to what some very special kids had to say.
Reflections of a time when anger threatened to provoke a spectacular implosion of my life – for years I thought I could do it alone, but it was only when I learnt to speak, that the pain eroded.
Somehow, I cannot help thinking that the stress of modern life could be approached so differently to help others. I know that I would have benefited had I understood my issues earlier.
This is my personal place on the web. Although I write for different sports sites, this is where I reveal my innermost self and thoughts, with reflections on a journey through grief and bereavement, to the hope that lies ahead.
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