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Im not allowed dance in Kellies house anymore.... I broke her light that night :/

Photo of the day. :)

My cousin Aidan, Ray D'Arcy and me :)

The Samaritans

If you need someone to talk to or are in a crisis and worried about your safety there is always someone out there to listen and give you a helping hand. The Samaritans is an organisation which offers support for people who need someone to listen to them. There is no typical problem that people talk to the Samaritans about so you can talk to them about anything that is making you feel bad or anything that is putting you down.

As I was reading through the Samaritans website in religion class one day something came up a number of times and I guess it is important for me to emphasise this as well. In a number of places on the Samaritans website they inform the public that you do not have to be feeling suicidal to give them a call and have a chat. Only one in five of the people who contact the Samaritans are suicidal so if you’re not suicidal but feeling bad and low you can still call them and have a chat about what’s getting you down.

I would recommend seeking help if you are feeling down. When I first began to feel low and I began to self-harm I kept it all to myself and I regretted that. Looking back on  my experience with ill mental health I now know that if I had spoken out and looked for help when I first began to feel low I would have saved my friends, family and people around me a lot of pain. I wouldn’t have gone through as much pain and suffering myself. It is much better to get help at the beginning, letting things build up just make things worse. So if you are reading this and you are feeling low take a few minutes and contact the Samaritans in any of the following ways:

  • 08457 90 90 90 (UK)
  • 1850 60 90 90 (ROI)


PO Box 9090

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Left my camera at a friends house.... Not a good idea 

Which one should I choose?

Mental health is something we take for granted. Nobody rushes off to the doctor if they feel low or upset but if you hurt your leg or arm its straight to the doctor. People keep their mental health issues hidden away and there is a huge stigma attached to mental health for that reason.

Since there have been many high profile suicides in recent months more and more people are talking about mental health and as a result the stigma is slowing beginning to reduce. But why has it take many high profile suicides for this to happen? Why did we have to wait for young people to die and for it to make the news until we decided to talk about mental health? None the less I take comfort in knowing that the way we view mental health is changing, it may not be the right of things changing but things are changing. Keeping that in mind though do we know where to go and get help? Talking about things is only part of recovery, we need to know where we can go and seek help. We as a society need to be supported by others when we do decide to speak out about mental health and our own mental health issues.

I recently met with Ray D’Arcy and we talked about mental health. We discussed many aspects of mental health but a main one was people getting help. There are so many different voluntary organisations out there that do amazing work and they really do help people but there are too many. Mr D’Arcy and I spoke about the need for there to be one organisation and one number a person can phone. When people are in a time of crisis they don’t want to be presented with many different numbers of many different organisations, they want one number. One number to ring and open person to talk to and help them.

Mr D’Arcy informed me about a system which is running in America. Instead of having many different phone numbers for different organisations they have one. One phone number.  One number that has the power to change your life, not lots of different numbers that have the power to change your life. We as a society are not very organised when it comes to mental health. There is too much going on within the mental health sector which not only causes confusion for professionals but for us the public as well. Don’t get me wrong I know the work these organisations do is amazing and has really helped people in times of crisis, I myself have benefited from these organisations but the thing is they could help so much more people if they were all working together. Not just sharing the same message but coming together and forming as one group helping our society.

It’s all well and good to get people talking but people also need to know where they can go for help, they need to know that if they approach their GP they will be able to help. People need to know that if they seek professional help in times of crisis they will get help. So as much as sharing experience of ill mental health and sharing stories is reducing the stigma of mental health we too have to be sure to remember to let people know where they can get help. After all of the stigma is gone people need to know where to get help. There is always going to mental illness and so there must always be a place people can go for help.

Mental health services need to rally together and become one organisation. They need to work with the government to help those who are vulnerable and in need of support. By doing this people will know where to go for help, they will seek help and most of all people who suffer from a mental illness will be able to be free from judgement and live a full life like everybody else in society. It’s not a matter of there not being enough help in Ireland it is a matter of which organisation do I choose to help me.

Transition Year

Transition Year.... A time for fun a time for laughter and oddly enough a time for millions of different projects and competitions.

I did Transition Year and as many of you know it was in Transition Year that I began my blog as part of my I.T class. I guess it was in Transition Year I found my love for writing and what's more I found my love for blogging. I don't think that there is anybody else who kept up their blog from my Transition Year. I guess I just really took to it and well it did kind of surprise me. If it wasn’t for setting up this blog in Transition Year I would have never done it myself and well if it wasn’t for this blog I don’t know where I would be right now. This blog has helped me in more ways that anybody could imagine. Sharing my stories of mental health through my blog has helped me to accept my mental illness and learn how to deal with it.

Each person in our year had their own blog where we would write updates about how we were getting on in Transition Year and update the world on all of our different projects. Not only did we all have our own blog but there was a main blog for the whole year and that blog is called St Wolstan’s T.Y. This 
blog has links to all of the blogs that the students have themselves as well as posts about what's going on in Transition Year and it is basically a resource for any student who is thinking about doing Transition Year.  It is moderated by Mrs L the TY Coordinator and I have to say that there is no better person to be in charge of it. There is bundles of information and if anybody is thinking about doing ty that is the place to go. With posts written by the students, posts written by Mrs L and a calendar with all of the events the T.Y's will be doing. If you want to know what's going on in St Wolstan’s during Transition Year St Wolstan’s T.Y the place to go.

Not only is this Transition Year blog a good resource for anybody thinking about doing Transition Year it is also a good place to go for some light-hearted reading that keeps you up to date with the youth today and their education. Before I forget completely this blog has also had some huge achievements as it has won Awards at the Eircom Junior spiders as well as being a finalist in the “Best Class Blog” category for the 2011 Edublogs Awards.
So if you’re tired and need some time to relax take a look at what’s going on in St Wolstan’s T.Y. The standards and talents of these young students is sure to impress :)

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Time for some clean up :)


When I was in transition  year we entered into the formula 1 in school challenge. Two teams from wolstans got accepted into the final and went on to build a car. This year there is another group of students in st. Wolstants taking part in  this challenge. As part of this challenge  they must design and build a car which will work and they must  race it against other teams who are in the competition.  They must also source a company to support them and they must also design a team uniform.

Take a look at the team from st wolstans this year by following them on twitter, liking them on Facebook and following their blog

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Rag Week

Have you ever thought about people who don't get the chance to receive an education? Do you ever think about the social aspects they are missing out on with an education? Do you ever think about how hard it would be for them to find a job? To be honest I never really thought about this. I mean it has come up once or twice while I have been studying my elective in home ec but I never really thought about it. It wasn't until the other day a friend of mine told me about rag week in trinity college this year.

Rag week is all about raising and giving and this year trinity college have decided to raise awareness and give to the organisation suas. Suas is an organisation which goes around teaching children in disadvantaged ares nationally and internationally. They also teach children from developing countries. For many of us education was the norm but for these children they wish they could go to school. Often we wish we didn't have to go to school.

I am grateful I have been given an education and although jam in sixth year I have no intention of finishing my education there. I plan to go onto college but for many children they wish to get to go to primary school or learn how to read and write. I think what trinity college are doing to help this organisations is amazing.

To raise funds for this amazing organisation a group of 1st year trinity students are going to watch a ten hour YouTube video in one go. Not only that they are giving you the chance to choose what video they watch. They are going to be raising funds all thorough their rag week and they are seeking to people to give as much as they can. To learn more about rag week take a look at the rag week event in Facebook.

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Taken to early.

I remember the 29th of July 2005 like it was yesterday. I normal day with a normal, well more like a routine at this stage trip to the hospice. All was well; my mam had been sedated as per usual. She didn’t know if we were there with her, but we were. We were there every day. We sat by her bedside for about an hour or so, as we usually did. Finally it was time for us to go, like every other night I leaned over my mam and kiss her goodbye on her forehead. I whispered “I love you” into her ear as I stood up straight.  Saying goodbye as I walked out of the room was the same as I did every other night, what I didn’t know was this was the last time I would ever tell my mam that I loved her or kissed her while she was alive.

Finally the day we had all been waiting for came, the day she passed away. It was the 30th of July 2005. It was the same as every other day; we all went into see my mam in the hospice that evening. My granddad came with us as well; he usually did come with us to see her. She was like the daughter he never had. He loved her and it was clear. He sat by her bedside endless amounts of time while she was sick and he always made sure he would be with her every step of the journey.

We parked the car; we had a blue seven sweater at the time just outside the door where we usually would park. On the way to the hospice my dad had received a phone call from the nurses to tell us she had taken a turn for the worst. To be honest after we were told she was dying there were many phone calls like this. They would often mean that my dad would end up telling us that they had to sedate her again, I always posed the question will she be awake when we go and see her? The same reply came time after time, I don't know Siobhan, she might wake up but she might never wake up again, but keeping her sedated means she is not in any pain. Even at ten years old it is possible to take comfort in knowing that someone is not in pain, I didn't see it that way at the time to be honest but I rather she be sedated than in pain.

In the door taking a right turn and then a left turn and we were at my mams room. We walked in one by one in order of my dad, Paul, me, my granddad and Shane. A nurse also came in as we stood against the wall, nobody said a word. My dad went over and held my mams left hand. We were silent; you could hear a pin drop. The nurse picked up my mams other hand, felt for a pulse, and placed her hand back 
down.  In a soft quiet voice she uttered the words she's gone; she turned off the oxygen and removed the oxygen tubes. She leaned over and shut her eyes and her mouth. Nobody moved, it was as if we were just a painting on the wall. A moment later my dad out down her hand and in a soft but loud voice said she's gone through his tears.  Shane burst out of the room and as my granddad went to go after him my dad said just to leave him, for the first time I seen tears stream down my granddads face.  My brother and me went over to my dad’s open arms and cried. The moment we had all been waiting for had just occurred. My mam had just died. I was now a ten year old child who didn't have a mother, I was lots and confused, I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what to do. The only thing I could do was cry.

The rest of that night was a blur to be honest. Family members came and left the hospice, people hugged me and nurses said how sorry they were. any time I had managed to control my tears more would come streaming down my face again. Just after she died we were all asked to leave the room while the nurses prepared my mams body.  We were a family that had just been turned upside down and we didn't know what to do. Phone calls were being made informing people of what had happened and funeral arrangements were beginning to get underway. A blue suit and a white blouse is what I told my auntie Betty she would like to wear in her coffin when I  was asked what do I think she should be buried in. I loved her blue suit and I can't remember a time my mam didn't look stunning in that suit.

As all of this was going on my head was racing, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to get away from everybody and be with my mam. I left the family area and made what was one of my last journeys back to my mams room. I slowed as I came to the door, contemplating if I wanted to go in or not. Did I really want to sit with my mother, a thin and fragile figure that was not the person I knew anymore? As I was about to go in a nurse came out. In her had she had a small brown envelope. I looked at her for a minute; it was the same nurse who told us she had died. I will never forget her face and  the look of her shining blond hair. She reached out her hand and gave me an envelope asking are you Siobhan? I nodded in agreement as any time I began to talk my voice was taken over by the floods of tears. I was told this was left in the locker by my mams bedside and it had my name on it.

Keeping with my decision to go in a sit with my mam I entered her room. It was quiet and peaceful. The look on my mother’s face was one of content. I knew she was out of pain and I knew she had gone to a better place. She didn't have to suffer anymore. I pulled up a chair beside her bed and sat down. I reached out and pinched her in hand in the hopes that she was only asleep and that if I pinched her hand she would wake up. It was no use, she was gone and she was never coming back. I stared blankly into space before remembering the envelope in my hand. I opened it and found two photographs. Two photographs that showed a young girl at a birthday party happy and smiling. She had the same smile and the same hair as my mam so I put 2 and 2 together and realised it was my mam at a birthday party. I don't know why they were left for me and to this day I still haven't figured it out. One conclusion I came up with was that she wanted me to see her as a child but most of all she wanted me to see her as happy. Happy, that's just want she is in those picture, those pictures mean more to me than people could imagine. Every now and again I take them out of my keepsake box when I'm feeling low. Just one glance at her smiling face has the power to lift me up, to make me realise that things aren't always as bad as they seem. Her smile had the power to work wonders on anybody who saw it.

Photo of the day. :)

A bit of Brady History.

If you walk down Celbridge main street I can guarantee you that you would meet someone who is the friend of a friend who is the friend of a Brady. I know that doesn’t sound like we are well know but we are, Celbridge is actually a big place but  you wouldn’t think that.

Brady’s Corner, A little newsagent across the road from the Garda station was owned and run by my grandparents, Michael and Breada. I spent afternoons in the shop with my mam when I was a baby while she was helping out there.. I have lost count of the amount of people who say they remember me from the shop. At that point I usually step back and think to myself who the hell are you. I have some fond memories of when people would approach me and tell me they remember me for the shop.

An art teacher in a school in Celbridge who thought me art in transition year, Mr. H is his name. I remember sitting at my desk one day when he suddenly decided to sit beside me and help me draw. Let’s just say art and drawing re not my strongest skills. He took hole of my pencil and began drawing for me. Sitting there quietly thinking to myself when he began to say “In all my life I never thought that I would be teaching Siobhán Brady, I remember you in your pram in the shop when you were little”  and so a conversation sparked about my family and who was still alive and who had sadly passed away. At the beginning it felt a bit awkward but it was nice to be able to hear stories of loved ones who have passed away.

Many stories people tell me about my family are all centred around that little shop on the corner across from the Garda Station. The shop was sold when I was about three years old, maybe four years old. It was after my granny had passed away I know that much for sure. I don’t remember much from the shop apart from getting pizza on the nights my mam would be helping out in the shop. I loved my mams cooking but nothing has ever or will ever beat a slice of pizza from De Mario’s restaurant. Even just thinking about it now gets my taste buds tingling. If you ever come to Celbridge you have to try a pizza from De Mario’s, its mouth watering stuff. With the sale of the shop brought sadness to my family but with a down side there always comes an upside. The up side to the shop being sold was a trip away to Florida.

 I was excited, who wouldn’t be? I was on my way to Florida and I was going to Disney land. I think that was the most exciting part of it all, Disney Land. What little girl or boy doesn’t want to go and see Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse. I remember the journey to Florida mainly because my mam told me not to drink all my juice. I didn’t listen and of course before we were due to land my bladder was severely full. That wasn’t a problem, there was a toilet on the plane, and the problem was me getting locked in the toilet on the plane. For any little girl or boy it would be a scary experience. I don’t like the toilets on planes anymore, would you blame me though? If that wasn’t a bad enough start to the holiday once we arrive in the house we had rented I ran full speed out to the pool, only to realise that the door was not open. Smack I went right into the door. I remember the holiday well because the beginning of it was full of tears and blood. I’m sure the rest of it was good though, I don’t really remember it that well.

The shop is a huge part of my family history with all the Brady’s helping out in the shop at one point or another but there is more to my family history in Celbridge. My mam and dad met in the order of Malta, I’m very proud to be able to say that they both volunteered with the order of Malta but I am more proud to be able to say that my grandparents were the very two people who set up the order of Malt until in Celbridge. After they moved here they began making a mark on Celbridge with this first venture. In my eye a successful shop was minor to setting up an order of Malta until in Celbridge. At the time my grandparents moved here, Celbridge was only a small town but that didn’t stop them. They had a love for helping. They took that love and used it to make a difference to the Celbridge community.

To say that the Celbridge order of Malta went well would be an understatement. It was a huge success with many people from all walks of life coming to join. It was a great place to go to meet new people and my grandparents embraced that, they never held back, they got to know everybody who came through the doors of the Celbridge unit. When my grandparents became friends with someone, they were friends for life and nothing had the power to change that.

My grandparents are the reason my family is well known throughout Celbridge. They have left a lasting impression on the life of those around us and I can assure you that long after we are gone they will be the ones who will be remembered. Not because of the Shop or setting up the Order of Malta in Celbridge but because of the kind of people they were. Their willingness to help others in whatever way they could, there loving nature and their friendly smile.

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Growing up with an ill parent.

Cancer is something that nobody ever wants to hear about becoming part of their family. At the age of eight I was introduced into the world of a person living with cancer. Words such as chemo and trail drugs became part of my everyday language. I was shoved into a world of hospitals and doctors that I didn't want to be in. I was in an unrecognisable place and I didn't like it, I wanted out but there's was no way out. There was only a long road of pain, suffering, good days, and bad days lying ahead of us. The only way out was to go through it. We had to pull together as a family and face cancer head on. We had to support my mam and help her along. We put everything from the past in the past and we came together as a family to fight against this and that is what we did, we stuck together and fought cancer as a family.

A long fifteen month battle with cancer was lying ahead of my mother, but we were fighting with her every step of the way. My mam would have good times where she didn't need to be in hospital but she had other times where she would spend weeks in hospital. Between chest infections and collapsed lungs there was a never ending road of complications. Not once did she complain and not once did she ever give up fighting. As much as we support her through her cancer she also supported us. She was the strong one out of us all. She kept us going with her loving smile.

Everyday after school and homework there was always a trip to the hospital to visit my mam. It didn't bother me that I had to go and see her in a hospital, to be honest I was just glad to be able to see her. When my mam was admitted into St. James's hospital in Dublin she was out in the Patrick kavaghanna ward. This ward was named after a famous Irish poet and it was my granddad that actually named the ward. For many years my granddad was involved in the building of St. James's hospital and was a huge part of the hospitals development committee. I guess my mam being on that ward gave us a sense of hope that she would beat her cancer and come out of it fighting.

Each day when going to see my mam in hospital my granddad would casually tell us again and again of the story of how he met Patricia kavaghanna. He told us day after day how he would deliver newspapers and packages to him while he was ill with T.B. “I was only a young lad” he use to say but he can remember the times he went up to  the now famous Irish poet. My granddad was a many of many stories, a man of thousand words and certainly a man who lived life to the full and had lived to tell his tales.

My mam didn't always spend time in hospital. She did have some good times when she didn't need to be in hospital. These were the times I found myself feeling like every other girl in my class; I had a mother who was at home. She went about normal everyday activities some taking longer than before, but she got things done. Sometimes she needed a little extra help making the dinner or cleaning something up and we were there to help her with that.

My mams home help Marie was more than a home help; she became great friends with my mam. They sat and drank tea and had endless amounts if chats. I was even given the chance to meet her daughter. We became friend To this day we are still in contact, Laura; Marie's daughter is even in the same year as me in school. It's strange how things worked out.

Anytime my mam was in hospital she was dependant on oxygen, soon this became a more common thing resulting  in her needing oxygen at home as well. We had this special machine that would take in the air from the environment, clean it and then reproduce it as oxygen for my mam. It lived on the landing outside of the hot press. My mam often used it for drying the clothes. It produced a lot of heat and figured she may as well put some wet clothes in the banister so they might dry. As weird as this might sound it became part of the family. I know I am talking about a machine but my mam christened it grumpy. There's a story behind that, when it comes to the Bradys there is a story behind everything that ever happens.

My mam called the machine grumpy because it would make a lot of noise. Sometimes it often sounded like an angry bull. I use to have dreams about it coming and attacking me in the middle of the night after turning into a bull. When I was younger I had a lot of different crazy dreams. It does make me wonder about what goes on in my mind at night. If you heard about some if the dreams I have had you would wonder too! This machine was incredibly loud as well by god it would make some noise. In the beginning it was very hard to get use to but in the end we didn't even notice it.

Anytime my mam would go out somewhere she would have to bring oxygen with her. She had small little oxygen tanks that would last up to four hours. I became a master at turning on and turning off the oxygen. I was very proud to be eight years old and no how to work an oxygen tank. My mam liked to name things, the oxygen machine was grumpy and the portable oxygen tanks were called baby oxygen. They were always left in a straight line in the hall and I use to count them every time I went through the hall. Every week or so we would have a guy call to the door to collect the empty tanks a give us new ones. I can’t remember the guys name but he had a head of bushy hair on his head. He became known as the Oxygen Guy in my house. That’s all I remember of him. It was weird, growing up in my house it was normal to almost be falling over oxygen cylinders but other people my age thought that was weird.

My mam had a lot of different treatment. She even tried some drug trials. They were hopefully meant to help her cancer but they didn't instead they helped her eyesight. That's mad isn't it? Something that is meant to hopefully help reduce someone's cancer did nothing for her cancer but helped improve her eyesight. At least something positive came out of it all. We didn't have to worry about her going blind and not being able to see us. I have some fond memories of all of the nurses and doctors in St. James's hospital. There were 100% committed to their job and not only did they look after the patient but they also looked after the family. I remember one time I was on the phone to my mam crying, and she was trying to convince me she was ok but there was no calming me down. She asked one of the nurses to talk to me and within five minutes the nurse had me calmed down and back on the phone laughing with my mam. They are amazing people and I know that my mam got the best care possible while she was in hospital.

Chemo, yeah that thing that causes you to lose all of your hair. That horrible thing that is meant to make someone better but in the mean time makes them feel even worse. Chemo was a huge part of my mams treatment. Luckily enough though my mam didn’t lose all of her hair, She did lose some of it though. My mam was often one for appearances when she was going out. So just in case she had to go off to some wedding or something she invested in a few wigs. I have to say that weren’t as strange as I thought they would be.

On the way to visit her in the hospital one day we stopped off at a shopping centre. I loved teddy bears and I loved going to the bear factory. I use to have millions of bears from the bear factory. On this particular occasion I got a new bear which I had named toffee because of his colour. Quiet content with my new bear and after everybody had a look in some ships we were back on our way to visit my mam. On arrival we were told she wasn't having the best day today as she was going through chemo. She was very sick, she couldn't keep anything down. That day there were endless about of vomit basins passed to my mam and endless amounts of time my brothers and me were sent to wait outside the room. That day I left my teddy toffee with my mam, who she renamed snuggles. I was alright with that and in many ways it kind of became her cancer fighting companion. I very rarely got to see the bear because it was always in e hospital with her. I still have that cancer fighting bear today, safely on my pillow where he stays every day and every night. No matter how bad things had got, my mam had a way to make light of a heavy situation.

Finally there came a time where there was a free in a hospice beside the Curragh. My mam had been waiting for a bed and when she heard one was available she took it. This in many ways was a blessing in disguise. We no longer had to go and see my mam in a crowed hospital. We would have a place where we could spend time with her on a one to one basis. There was no sitting on a ward trying to talk about what was going on in our family. There would be no more screaming and shouting coming from down the hall. It was a blessing. We had the chance to help my mam fight against her cancer in some peace and quiet.

She spent most of her week days in the hospice and if she was well enough she would come home on the weekends. It was a lovely place, nice scenery and a nice garden to go for a stroll in or in my mams case to go for a wheel in. By the time she had entered the hospice she couldn't walk to far without getting breathless.

At this stage of the battle I must have been about ten years old. I remember being in fourth class. I was doing a school project, everyday in the class was given a letter and we had to do our project on something beginning with that letter. I was given the letter B and me being me I chose to do my project on butter, I must say it was quite a challenge but I managed. Just a few days after I was given that project it had been arranged for me to spend the night with my mam in the hospice, it was the best night if my life. We talked about random things and we also talked about important things such as the birds and the bees. I will never forget that talk seeing as it was given to me while I was sitting on the floor in the hospice. It was a bit of a random time to be given the talk but I think my mam knew she had to give it to me sooner than later. We sat on her bed together and watched TV and read magazines and ate toast, I'm not the biggest lover of toast but the mammy side of my mam was coming out in her. She told me brown bread is good for me and so I should eat it. Even thought she was in a hospice with lung cancer she still let her motherly side show, she was still the mammy I grew up with and nothing was ever going to change that because my mam just would not let it.

Spending time in the hospice became part of my life. We even made friends with another family who would often visit someone while we were in with my mam. They were a great support for my mam and for us. We could talk to them; it was like any other friendship. They would always give me little bags of malteasers, nothing better than eating chocolate when you are going through a rough time.

Nobody wants to have to watch someone go through cancer but many of us have to. I watched my mam go through cancer and I guess it showed me who she really was. She was a fighter, a warrior; she was a mother like no other. She was a mother that always put on a brave face around her children; she never wanted us to see her in pain. She always wanted to protest us by making things seem better than they really were. As much as this protected us she couldn’t hide it all the time. We knew when she was in pain, we knew when she needed a little extra help. We knew most of all when she needed us to take a moment stop what we were doing and sit with her for a few minutes. She knew when see need some TLC and we knew when to give her some TLC.

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The mocks are coming!!!

The mocks are almost here..... the stress is kicking in so my blog will have some re-posts over the next few weeks until i manage to get through the mocks and to the february mid term.

Are you like me? One of those people who stress out over exams and spend more time doing home work and studying than they do going to school. Well if you answer yes or even if you didn’t here are some useful tips on how to stay healthy and calm during exams. Exams are just part of the game that we call life, you can’t avoid them and you will eventually have to encounter them sooner or later. So if your like me and your sitting your Leaving cert this year don’t freak out just take things one day at a time.

So first things first.... Make a study time table. I know it may sound stupid but it has been proven to help. Set aside time for friends, family and other activities but it is also important that you put in time to study. For example with me I have had to make a few changes to the things I like to do after school. On a Monday instead of staying at scouts every week till 9.30 I have decided that will happen ever second week this means that  have time to spend with friends one week but that I will also have time to spend studying. It is all about finding the right balance.

Have a study space. Find somewhere that you are able to go and do your homework and study in peace and quiet. Somewhere where you won’t get distracted by things and you will be able to concentration on what you are doing. For some people it is in school with after school study but you might be like me and find it easier to study at home in my bedroom because that is where I am most relaxed. It all depends on what suits you best as a person.

Take a break. It is not possible to study for 10 hours straight and remember everything you have studied without taking a break. You mind needs time away from the books, it needs some time to rest. In school we have 40 minute periods and then a break of 2-3 minutes to make our way to our next class. The reason for that is to give out mind a rest. So if you do it in school you can do it at home too. Study for an hour takes a 20 to 30 minute break.

EAT. Without food your brain won’t work right. You won’t be able to focus and whatever goes in one ear will go right out the other. Eat healthy food; avoid alcohol until after your exams. Eat oily fish also know as brain food. Take time away from study to eat.... there is no point putting your health last because let’s face it if you’re sick you can do your exams so all the study you will have done will all have been for nothing.

Be active. Don’t spend all your time inside studying. Go out and do something active, go for a walk or a run. Do a sport or even just go for a walk with your friends Staying at home studying all day every day dung the weekend will not be good for your physical and your mental health. So do your body a favour and give it some exercise, it’s not all about exercising your mind you know.

SLEEP. Without sleep you may as well just give up now. Your body and your mind need a goodnight sleep to work well. They need a break from everything. Without sleep you will be tired, irritable, and cranky and you won’t be able to concentrate. It is important to get at least 7 hours of sleep a night to keep your body and mind working well.

So there you have it, a few tips to help keep you health during your exams. And for once I am going to practice what I preach and I am going to try y best to follow the tips that I just wrote about above.

Photo of the day. :)

Tropical Island.

On my list of things that I can blog about one of them is to imagine that I a stranded on a tropical island with nothing at all but my group of friends and we have to try and figure out how we are going to survive and get home. Without even thinking about it i can tell you that between me and my friends we would end up killing each other. But anyway I’m going to try and think of all the different ways that we could get back home from the island.

Ok so I guess we could just stay there and eat the coconuts of the tress and build a little house out of sticks and we would be grand until someone found us.... but that’s not very likely to happen so the best thing is not to listen to me if we ever get stuck on a tropical island because i will say we should just make the most of it and find a way to live there and build houses and find food. If you ask me i think it would be fun kind of like the film Nims Island which I love to bits.

We could build a house like this! :) 
(knowing us it wouldn't turn out anything like that but you get the idea)
I guess we could try and swim home.... there you have another one of my stupid and usless ideas so again if we get stuck on a an island together remember not to listen to me because we will end up dead unless it is my first idea which i think would be fun and that we could live a happy life on the island kind of like lost but i know nothing about that show so i could be wrong.

We could build a boat. Now that is one of my more promising ideas but if i was to build the boat it would sink so i think i would just watch the other people build the boat so we all wouldn’t die. Now i have just realised i am forgetting who my friends are....... Kellie and Ginger would be too busy thinking of ways to get home but getting sidetracked with their very dirty minds. Emer and Ashling would be having one of their special moments together either screaming at each other or jumping on top of each other so we would just leave them to it. Aoife would be having a panic attack hoping that Nathan from the wanted would magically appear and save  us all. Louise would be the one who takes control giving us hope that we will get home alive. Mandy and Róisin would be trying to use their tech skills to build a plane or something to get us home. Niamh and Nezzy would be off in their own little worlds and well then you have me thinking of all the useless ideas and having fun playing in the sand being very happy where I am even if it means I am stranded on an island. 

To be honest i would just rather stay on the island and go with my idea and well it would be fun but I’m sure after a while we will end up killing each other or something like that but i think it would be fun but only really if we had everything that we needed like food and stuff but hey we can always pretend that we have food and other stuff there and it would be as if it is real. So yeah if i ended up on a tropical island with my friends it would not turn out well.

What would you do if this happened to you?

Photo of the day. :)

Talking is the key!

Talking is key

No matter where you are these days you always seem to hear about another person young or old taking their own life due to bullying. No matter who you are it is not right to bully. The bullies themselves can often have things going on in their own life's that drive them to bully but that doesn't make it ok, nothing makes it ok. Just the other day I heard of another young person taking their own life due to bullying in a town close to mine and it brought up a lot of memories and thoughts. I'm not going to write a big long post giving out about bullies and what they are doing to people but I am going to write a bit about people taking their own life's and bullying in general. 
I am one of the lucky one in society. 

From reading my blog many of you know that I have mental health issues and I have gone through the long process of help. Yes my recovery is long but that's just it, my recovery. I reached out for help and that is what I got. There is no quick fix for mental illness which is why my recovery has been so long and is still going to be long into the future. That's why people refer to it as the road to recovery. No matter how long it take to get "better" if you like it is much better than suffering in silence. I attempted suicide a number of times, I use to self-harm, I have depression, OCD and Anxiety but I am working thought these. I may not be better but one thing that I have learned throughout my 18 years of life is that a problem shared is a problem halved. It is much better working through a long road to recovery than never getting to the beginning of the road to recovery. All you have to do to get on that road to recover is Talk, Something so simple but it has the ability to save lives!!

My brother said something today that I think really sums everything up about suicide, mental health, bulling and society in general. 

“Everyday people lose the battle with mental health issues and take their life, which could be complete avoided if they just talked. It’s not their fault, it’s the society that we live in, a society that ignores mental health, a place where people don't understand its importance and think that it isn't important. Without our mental health in good order we are not equipped to take on the everyday battles in our life. It’s so important and we need to have the realize that it cannot be ignored and that we need to support one another and talk, we need to realize that by accepting and talking about mental health we will save life's! I am so proud of this initiative and am so extremely proud of the people behind it, it takes courage and strength to stand up and talk about this, without people like this our society would be a lot harder to live in! Just always remember when you’re feeling down, or you need help there will always be someone there to help you! I know how important it is to talk about what's going on with people, and I had to learn it the hard way, but let's all just try end this pointless tragic loss of life. It’s so simple just don't forget to talk, and always remember there is support out there for you! It’s such a small thing but it will help save lives, and will make society such a better place to live in."

I'm not sure if I can say anything else on this matter as I think Paul said it all there. We will never get rid of bullying but we can reduce it, we can’t get rid of mental illness but we can support those who are suffering and we can lend a hand to those suffering in silence, we can get rid of suicide but if we can reduce the numbers if we just TALK!! TALKING is really the key to good mental health and its time we became more aware of mental health.

I am not ashamed of whom I am and I am not ashamed of the fact that I have a mental illness. I will stand up and speak out about my experiences with only one aim which s to show people that by talking things will get better and that there is help out there for you. There is nothing to be ashamed of if you have a mental illness; it’s the same as any other illness. Just because you can’t see it doesn't mean it’s not real.

My three favourite words.

Here's a bit of a random post, what are your three favourite words in the English language?

My three favourite words in the English language are.... Hope, Hoopla and Fun.

Hope because I believe it is importantntomhave hope and without hope I think it is very hard to be positive in life. It's amazing how four letters can supply a whole lot of meaning. I think the thing I like most about the word hope is that it has so many meanings and it means something different to everybody. It's such a small but powerful word and it has got me through some tough times in my life.

Hoopla because I just love this word. Depending on how you say it, it has the power to brighten up your day. It's such a happy word. It became kind of a catchphrase for me and my group of friends. Everything we do or say always ends up with the word hoopla being involved. I guess I just love this word because you can have fun saying it and even thinking about it brings back good memories.

Fun, what is there not to like about the word fun. Three letters, that's all just three letters has the power to define a person and has the power to encourage people to be adventures sometimes. Fun, even the way it rolls off your toung when you say it. And it's the name of a signer so what is there not to like about the word fun.
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