I have noticed lately how glum and low I have been feeling as the weather has darkened as autumn has arrived. Of course it doesn’t help that I live in London. Quite a lot of Londoners complain during the summer that it is too hot and they struggle to cool down. Mother Nature’s response to this complaint is to introduce grey clouds which blend in with the different shades of grey of London buildings. Personally I think any colour that can be found seems to fade away unless a ray of sunlight manages to force its way through. Plants, lights, and anything that could remind me of the warmth and comfort of summer fail to exist to me as the cold creeps nearer. I realise how bleak and unattractive my attitude towards London in autumn is, especially because in comparison to other places to live mine is not bad at all. I know that my downbeat outlook is because autumn brings with it the most unwelcome of guests: Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Apologies for the lack of content lately, I have been very focused on job interviews and getting my life together. I am in the middle of writing a very exciting, very long and emotional piece about why I, and others, find it hard to tell others about their mental health problems. In the meantime I …
"She was so furious I expected her coffee to be flung towards my face. She did not care about my good intentions; to her they did not matter as much as keeping her secrets. This story taught me a lot about breaking confidentiality before I was formally introduced to it. I had always been good at keeping information to myself until that night".
Through looking at what I have been through, and putting the things in my life in perspective, I have been able to recognise what I have achieved. Perspective is one of the cornerstones into how I try to approach the situations I put myself with a positive mindset.