First world problems in a Covid world
I’m a peer worker. I love peer work. Since I found peer work it’s been a never ending deep dive into the practice of peer work, the history of peer work and the contexts in which peer work can be useful. I regularly find myself driving along listening to a podcast yelling “PEER WORK!” at…
I have a blogger friend who spends a lot of time crafting beautifully written pieces that dissect every second of every delicately decided… decision. Her posts are fascinating and lovely to read and often prompt me to consider and reconsider aspects of my work, my day and on one occasion, my career. They give a…
Why do clothes shops always put the clothes for short people on the top peg? Why can’t I write as eloquently here as I can in other places? Why are there so many people interested in marketing a blog with an obscure name, questionable contact and no visitors? (Ie. This one) When will I do…
If at first you write the opening paragraph to a blog post and then delete it and then write it again and then delete it and then write it again and then delete it then you should probably realise that 8:53pm on a Sunday night after a sleepless night watching useless football teams lose against…
When I log into this blog to write a new post, I look to the right to pick a category that best fits what I’m about to blog about. With that being said I never know what I’ll write about when I open up a blog post. And secondly, and perhaps more importantly, I’ve noticed…
For what feels like the 47th time this month I have a cold. It’s one of those colds that I tend to get during winter or when the weather changes. It’s been the same pattern since I was a child. However in Covid times it feels like I should pop off and have a test…
Back working from home due to a cold, back in the caravan of misery, back into blogging when I should be working. Back trying to self motivate, back trying to convince myself that I can do this work. Just back. And speaking of Back – when working from home I usually listen to music or…
From time to time people tell me that I’ve played some sort of part in their recovery. It’s genuinely a humbling experience and I share that piece of information without meaning to come across in any way arrogant or conceited. But I say it to illustrate a point that when you’ve been in any sort…
I love starting with a blank page when I write a blog post. A blank page is limitless. Literally anything can happen. Despite the fact that I’ve already downloaded a header image, I could go rogue and write anything here. I once advocated for recovery plans at work to be blank pages – clinicians didn’t…
I once tried to get pigeonholed by a psychiatrist as someone with a diagnosis of bipolar. It didn’t fit comfortably and I could tell what he was trying to do. I flat out refused to accept that diagnosis. That was 10 years ago. I still believe I’m right and he was wrong. Mainly because diagnosis…