a spiral of self-hatred and negative self-talk. You are not alone, take my hand.
people have been repeatedly let down by mental health services in the UK. It is extremely easy, and accurate to attribute blame to chronic underfunding by our government, but is that the sole problem?
In our society, we like to measure intelligence primarily through standardised testing and the number of degrees that a person holds, or the job title that they have. But is this truly what it means to be intelligent, or is there more to it than that?
Although the reopening of the country has been delayed for a few more weeks, we all know that it is coming one day in the future and I’m sure that we’re all feeling some type of way about it. For some that will mean excitement and planning, for others it will mean anxiety and fear.
There is good in the world. Often times it can get drowned out by the bad, by the ugly, by the greed in the world. If you watch the news it is so easy to become overwhelmed by all of the negative things in the world but try, just try to see the good.
Watching the film as a child I always loved the way that Pocahontas’ hair would blow in the wind, the way she would leap from the top of waterfalls with such carefree abandon, the ease with which she would skip through the forest and up the trees. I dreamed of visiting places with clear waterfalls and thick ancient forests when I grew up. I would run through the fields and woods where I lived pretending that I was Pocahontas, I would talk to the animals that I would encounter, and I would long to explore the world outside of my little village.