Why do I need to take life so seriously?
If you believe it'll lead to hurt, make the most of it whilst you can.
Justice for the inner teenager
The idea of the ‘inner child’ is quite a well known term and it stems from the notion of nurturing that younger version of yourself. It’s about meeting the needs that were left unmet for you growing up, it’s about harnessing that mindset as an adult and letting yourself be free and playful, it’s about caring for yourself the same way you would care for that younger version of yourself if they stood in front of you. There’s a lot to it, but the bottom line of it is -✨healing✨.
We could have the exact same life, and the exact same pain...
But I'd still want theirs, because atleast it's not my brain
how does ed sheeran listen to his music?
Through Edphones BONUS ROUND - What's his favourite bread? Eddy bread
I think artists should only have waiting lists if they're in madame Tussauds
Tell me I'm wrong...
to numb, or to have fun?If the answer is to numb, then don't do it.
wise words from a wonderful nurse in hospital
We're here because sad music makes us happy
Beautiful words from one of my favourite arists - Gregory Alan Isakov.
how my perspective on life changed
I have always lived in Yorkshire so you can imagine the scruffiness of my accent. Now, my Mum is a very well spoken lady - despite living in Yorkshire her whole life (like me). So well spoken that once someone asked me - "Your mum speaks so posh, and your dad has a very American accent, what the heck happened to you?". Honestly, it's a valid point. Anyway, back to the story. A month or so ago, I was chatting with my mother and recalling the times when she'd ask what I wanted
Perfectionism saved my life, but it also destroyed it
This one may sound strange, but let me explain. Growing up, I was constantly striving to be perfect. I wanted to be liked, I wanted to feel worthy, I wanted to feel like I belonged. Eventually, that desire controlled my life. I became unwell and the life I had, the life I dreamed of came crumbling down. As much as I fought and as much as I gained my life back, that craving to be perfect never really left. It was the thing that fueled the fight. I have always carried alot of s
A spider trapped in its web - a brain trapped in its own deceit
(shout out to the spider in the loo for this profound thought)