My ideal dream home.

What does your ideal home look like?

Yes, I have definite ideas about what my dream home would be like. I would still love ❤️  a little old cottage around Sunbury, Romsey etc but now given that I should be moving into The Haven sometime in the not-too-distant future my priorities have changed.  A one-bedroom unit would do,  providing it has a good-sized living room, lounge room and dining area, where I can set aside a small area for my writing ✍️ and other creative pursuits.  I also want split system heating and air-conditioning and most important of all no steps  Having lived in an upstairs apartment for so long I am so over having steps. A small courtyard where I can grow some plants 🪴,  have an outdoor setting and where Lily can play would be nice.  I think as time goes on  I like the way of life that The Haven will provide me with.

What brings a tear of joy to my eye?

What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

Everything about my dog 🐕 Lily brings a tear of joy to my eye 👁.  She is such a contented happy little soul and she brings me truckloads of joy

Seeing my nephews and nieces become young adults and get married and have children of their own brings tears of joy.

The love and support from my friends bring me amazing happiness.  I don’t take the love and support from my friends for granted.

I may not be financially well off but I am wealthy in terms of relationships and that to me is worth more than money any day.

Why do I blog?

Why do you blog?

Why do I blog?  The answer is simple.  I am a writer at heart ❤️ and writing ✍️ the blog is a great form of self-expression and allows my creativity to shine and improves my writing ✍️ skills.  Writing just about every day is an exercise in honing my writing ✍️ skills and let’s the world 🌎 know who I am,  my personality,  beliefs and opinions.  It helps shape me as a presence in the online world 🌎.  I believe that writing ✍️ is part of my life purpose in teaching the world more about mental health issues and challenging the stereotype of what a person with mental health issues is like. I was destined to be a writer and my blog has become an important essential part of my everyday life.

How am I feeling right now?

How are you feeling right now?

At the moment I am feeling peaceful,  contented and serene.   I have just taken Lily for her morning 🌄 walk in the fresh crisp morning air and have just had a cup of coffee ☕️.  I had a good night’s 👍 sleep and now feel ready to take on the day and I’m looking forward to my weekly shop at ALDI.  Life is good.

No longer a worry wort.

If there is anything that my experience of mental health issues has taught me is that nothing in this 🌎 world is worth worrying about to such an extent that it malkes you unwell.  I have been a worry wort  in the past and the end result is that it ultimately affects my mental health and well-being.

I try to look at everything from the glass-half-full perspective and now today talk to people about the things that stress me before they become big issues.  My mental health and stability are my big focus in life and learning to unburden and not take life too seriously is important.  I am on a journey and am constantly learning how to best manage my life and the things that stress me. I have a great support network around me and don’t take that for granted. It helps to laugh 😃 at yourself occasionally.

My favourite time of day.

What’s your favorite time of day?

My favourite time of day is the early morning 🌄 from sunrise the first few hours of daylight when the air is fresh and crisp and everything is brand new.  I love walking 🚶‍♀️ Lily at this time when the day is new and young and the world 🌎 is coming back to life.  It reminds me how remarkable God’s creation is and increases my faith 🙏🏽 and makes me feel at peace.

Juggling the balls in the air.

My regular readers will know that I live with both a mental illness and diabetes and will probably realise at times that one can affect the other.  I juggle several balls in the air all the time and that at times I juggle better than at other times .

My faith 🙏🏽 🙌 ❤️ and my friends 🧡 are aware of my juggling act and give me the right sort of support at times when juggling those balls becomes difficult or a chore

I have definitely learned a lot in my journey of juggling and have learned to be kind to myself and not be reactionary when things don’t go to plan. I believe that God watches over me and that Susanna  Michael and my Dad walk beside me making sure that I can deal with the curveballs life can throw at me. I’ve learned to develop a sense of humour and grace about my life and don’t take loving support for granted. As life goes on I develop better ways of looking after my mental health and writing ✍️ this blog is both therapeutic and empowering.  Whenever I feel a little stretched it helps to focus on writing ✍️ and I know I am helping others better understand mental health and life. It gives me strength,  purpose and direction and I wouldn’t change it for the world.  It very stops my confusion and helps to bring clarity to my purpose of living in this 🌎 world.  I would recommend writing ✍️ as a means of self-expression and empowerment. I love my life as a writer and am blessed as it improves my very core of well-being.

I would love to know what happened to Tammy.

As a lot of my readers would be aware, I am a firm believer in equality and basic human rights. My views have been shaped by my life experiences, and racism and inequality sicken me.

When I was young and at university, my closest student friend 🧡 was a girl of indigenous Australian background called Tammy, and she was amazing.  Back in the late 1980s and early 1990s, indigenous Australians attending university was not as common as it is today. Tammy and others of her generation were pioneers for the people of the current young generation.  Because of my friendship with Tammy, I would occasionally attend the university Koorie unit, and my friendship with Tammy made me passionate about indigenous issues like land rights and equality.  I had witnessed Tammy being treated badly at times, and looking back, sometimes I was blind to seeing how she got treated badly by some pretty judgemental and privileged people. I was blind to seeing how all that affected Tammy. I must admit that sharing a house with Tammy in my early 20s put an end to our friendship, and we lost touch.  I would give anything these days to hear that Tammy is okay and has had a good life. In hindsight, I would’ve handled everything with Tammy very differently . I should’ve stood up for her at times and not let her experience pain at the hands of people with racist and nasty unequal beliefs.  The more that I look back at that time, the more I realise I failed Tammy in many ways and by writing ✍️ this post i am acknowledging my own behaviour that led to her no longer being in my life and sincerely hoping she went on to have a good life. I wish only the best for her and hope that writing ✍️ this post will help those people like me who have had good intentions but have made some errors of judgement on our journey.  I cherish my memories of Tammy. Such is life.