Self Compassion

It turns out that I am terrible at consistency and this is very very late. But oh well......

The other day my therapist told me a self-help story: the poisonous parrot, and it put my mental health into a new perspective....
Imagine that you are given a parrot. This parrot is just a parrot, with no understanding or prior knowledge. It recites things 'parrot-style' and this parrot is poisoned. This parrot is trained to recite things you think. Things that are unhelpful. Comments on you and your life, constantly criticising you.

'New Year New Me' lol

I started this blog last summer as a way of channelling my thoughts and creativity. Very soon after I started, I ended up stopping because I found my life too hectic. I began my first year of my new university course, got a new puppy (who is a nightmare in herself) and apparently I blinked and suddenly it was Christmas. Blogging wasn't even on my radar and like a lot of things it became a chore. My mental health at this point had taken a bit of a nosedive, meaning I had to prioritise rest over pushing myself to do too much extra.

So yeah, I didn't have the time to sit down and dedicate my mind to writing consistent blog updates. But I'm hopefully going to change all that. My plan for the new year is balance. I want to be able to balance my time, mentality and jobs this year. To be able to prioritise certain things and enable myself the freedom to do everything without compromising my health, focus or quality of work. I'm aiming then to blog more consistently now I have a plan for how to balance my life.

Without rambling on too much longer, I am hoping write a blog post a week and not have to sacrifice uni work, puppy training or stress myself out to the point of yet another mental breakdown.

Onward and upwards. Here goes.

First blog post of 2019: lets start as we mean to go on....

Beauty Standards HAVE to be Updated

I'm pretty sure that everyone has seen this jumper in the news. It's been the subject of many discussions and celebrity criticisms for it's fat-shaming nature, but if not let me break the whole situation down:

6 Things I Learned My First Year of University

In September 2017, I started a 3 year BSc Psychology course at Royal Holloway University. No matter how hard I tried to persevere, my mental health deteriorated while there and I couldn't establish myself. I met some amazing people and learnt so much from my time there, but ultimately it was not for me. After everything I tried, I realised that this was not what I was meant to be doing and I dropped out of the course in Easter. 

I'm now preparing to go back to University, studying BSc Animal Behavioural Science at Greenwich University. I couldn't be more excited to be starting fresh and studying something I'm passionate about, but I won't forget the lessons I learnt from my previous time a uni.