My house

Rumi, a famous poet, born 807 years ago to Persian parents.

Today my house is at full capacity

an interesting place to be whilst pondering on

what’s next

for me

If I am to trust my internal response then

something is amidst

and denying it will bring what-

I wonder?

My house is disorderly and in need of some

repair

and over the years I have managed to

cover up

the places that need a little

extra work

and still-my house could do with a

complete overhaul

It’s not the first time my house

has been full

and

the new arrivals seem

the same as before

I’ve offered them

somewhere else to stay

it would be rude not to

wouldn’t it?

and yet they kind of like

to return

Maybe it’s the familiarity

or

maybe they fear the unknown

of trying somewhere else

something different

maybe even a new house

and

well

I’m not sure I can

really say

So for today

I will tidy my house a little more

and welcome

them all

to stay for as long as they need to

and

hope that they don’t

stay too long

this time-

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Mental Health

When the outside world all becomes too much, there is a space inside where I seem to escape to.

Very deep within.

This authentically raw place allows me time to wallow, to reconnect, to embrace myself for a while.

Yes it can be terribly painful and also, strangely enough a resting place for my soul.

Mental health wellness is such a massive subject to talk about. There are many diverse twists and turns still to be discovered about how our mind works and different depths to an individuals own experience.

A subject so close to my heart and with my own personal experience in life, something I was previously afraid to share about me, myself and my own mental health struggles.

And the depth of them.

As a tiny person, I was immersed in the whole depression experience. I literally lived and breathed a depressed existence, daily.

I believe for me, that I learn’t how to do it and it’s not a chemical imbalance-not in the slightest.

My father showed me the way.

He would withdraw from the world and lie in bed for days.

His radio would be playing at his bedside and he didn’t seem to hear the music.

My mother lived her life in denial.

She would eat too much, that was her drug of use.

Stuffing down what needed to come up and out.

I retreat when necessary, mentally going inside to that place.

I wear my large earphones and listen to evocative music, allowing my mind to wander where ever it needs to go to feel deeply connected, just for a while.

Does this mean I feel depressed?

Yes sometimes and there have been noticeably longer periods of time when I have struggled to haul my mind and my body out of that place.

It can feel much safer to withdraw, than to move to a place of purpose.

I use food as my drug of use too.

We learn from our early caregivers how to be in this world and if you look at your own struggles, addictions and emotional traits a little closer, then you may notice the significance.

You will see that their difficulties are your difficulties, quite possibly dressed up differently but there will be obvious similarities.

Learned behaviors.

They didn’t know any better and now that you know, you can always do so much better.

I have never been medically treated for depression.

Many years ago I entered into a counselling relationship where my mentor suggested that I struggled with mental illness. In that very moment, my mind flipped out for a few seconds-shocked and not accepting of her words, (remembering what my job role was) she went on to explain that it’s no different to when our bodies are poorly and may need to be treated with medicine-our mind can become ill too and needs treatment to get back on track.

Simple statement and may seem obvious, but it was the way she said it that made all the difference to how I thought about mental illness.

So today, I am no longer afraid to share that I struggle at times with a poorly mind that chooses to go deep within itself, to touch base, in order to come back out again and hear the music.

It seems to deepen me in to life.

Don’t be afraid to be proud of who you are and to speak your truth because sharing your story, your vulnerability, allows others to feel free to share theirs.

And… it allows your Soul to take a rest for a moment or two.

You and I are on a journey and who knows where we are going!

Somewhere beautiful I believe…

Namaste

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