Goodbye Blue Monday.

“Dwayne heard a tired voice from somewhere behind his head, even though no one was back there. It said this to Dwayne: Oh my, oh my.” Not my words but those of the late, great Kurt Vonnegut, a man who looked so much like me as a young man that I can’t be entirely sure …

I’m not brave.

Firemen are brave. Malala Yousafzai is brave. Lightning McQueen is brave. I probably shouldn’t compare them. Only one of them managed to purposely lose the Piston Cup championship and still put Radiator Springs back on the map. Last week I published a blog post about my mental health. It was pretty personal. It dealt with …

Sad face and silk sheets. 

This photo is a year old today. I only know that because a part of me knew I would get better and therefore kept note of the date. I don’t know if you can tell but this is me at a real low. The lowest I had felt in a very long time. I got …

Citalopramstagram

Hey. It’s okay. It’s just me. Don’t mind me. I just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be alright. There’s a lot of bloody awful stuff going on in the world but you’re doing really well. When I was younger I got sad. I was hella young and I was hella sad …