What I Think...

Foundations

What is the year of me? I've known for quite some time, that I need to make some changes in my life. Some are big changes, some are small, but together they will make a big difference. Sick of being tired, lethargic, sick, miserable, unmotivated and overweight, I had a realisation back in November, whilst in Sydney with my son's school excursion, that NOW is the time. I'm 47, and if I don't make some serious changes now, my health, my physical, mental and emotional well-being, my relationships, my business, everything, will continue to deteriorate, perhaps to the point of no return. I had no real direction at this point, in terms of the changes I wanted to make, but returned home from Sydney determined to make it happen. Resistance When I came home from Sydney, I got sick; swollen glands, exhaustion, headaches, and pharyngitis. I felt

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It’s okay to be not okay!

Sounds like a contradictory statement doesn’t it? For those of us in the mental health space, this is a common theme of discussion. I live with bipolar disorder amongst other things, and I’m used to dealing with the ups and downs, but even I still struggle with life’s uncertainties from time to time. But for those who are just doing life, not necessarily diagnosed with mental health issues, it can be incredibly scary to find yourself feeling not okay. IT IS OKAY TO BE NOT OKAY! Everything is fine, business is doing well, life is good… until it’s not. All of a sudden you feel stressed, anxious, overwhelmed or even just plain lost. You might find you are not sleeping very well, or are sleeping too much. You might start to isolate yourself from family and friends, not feeling like socialising or pursuing the hobbies you once enjoye

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How to deal with overwhelm!

Being overwhelmed sucks doesn't it? Being overwhelmed sucks, doesn’t it? It never ends; there is ALWAYS something to be done, and it is easy to feel overwhelmed at times. We get up, make a drink, do some washing, load the dishwasher, get dressed, and finally have our breakfast. We then get the kids up, fed, dressed, ready for school, and off to the bus (if we have them of course). Then the “real work” begins (because of course, looking after a home and/or family is just a hobby)… [caption id="attachment_1089" align="aligncenter" width="300"] It is easy to sink into overwhelm when you run a business AND a family![/caption]   We send emails, pay some bills, do some invoicing, social media marketing, and attempt to do some accounting without going mad. We stress about where our next customer is coming from

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Letter to my 13 year old self.

I wrote a letter to my 13 year old self. This isn't a picture of me when I was 13, but it's very cute....     Dear Sharon I wish I could be there to tell you this in person, but that would just be too weird! Sharon, you are now 13, the same age as my daughter Emily. In many ways you are so similar, but in as many ways you are utterly different. I wish I could tell you that the next few years are going to be a breeze, but the sad truth is that they are not, far from it in fact. They are going to be scary, disappointing and incredibly dark and lonely. I wish you could see yourself for the endless possibilities that you have within you. You are beautiful (although you won't believe that for a very long time), intelligent, caring and funny. Your sense of humour will see you through your darkest days and you ha

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Bipolar is like an amusement park!

Since my bipolar disorder and generalised anxiety disorder was diagnosed in the middle of 2015, I have been fairly stable.  Not stable by the standards of people who don't live with mental illness, but stable by my own standards of life before my diagnosis.  For 11 years I had been treated for clinical depression and medicated as such - a treatment plan that left me swinging wildly between hypomania and severe depression.  Since last year however, my mood swings have been far more subtle, but nevertheless, still there.     Having bipolar disorder is a bit like living in an amusement park, except there's not always amusement involved - yes, some days it's roller-coaster rides, fairy floss and prizes, but other times it's bumper cars, missed targets and the terror of the haunted house, except that the haunted house is m

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