When I was a young child, around seven or eight, my mother would rush me off to bed before 9 pm. I never understood why, but after she put me to rest, she would make her way back to the living room in a hurry. I would listen closely and hear a deep male voice coming from the television speaking of a criminal justice system followed by a loud double banging noise.
When I was ten I begged my mother to allow me to watch the show that she watched religiously every night. I watched my first episode of Law and Order Special Victims Unit at age 10. …
So you don’t lose your shit
I was 22 when I discovered that the universe does not revolve around me (I am still 22). However, this wave of realisation that washed over me was a huge relief.
As an empath, it is only natural for me to feel as though natural disasters, famine, homelessness etc. are somehow my fault.
That I am not doing enough.
One day when I was wracked with guilt for no apparent reason other than blaming myself for the failings of capitalism, I discovered a book on cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT).
I had learned about CBT in college in regards to addiction, but it never dawned on me just how useful CBT could be in my everyday life. …
After having several panic attacks over my part-time retail job that I despise, I realised that I was spreading this anxiety and pessimism into other aspects of my life. I would constantly complain about trivial matters and when someone would offer a solution, I would shoot down their suggestion with a negative counter-argument. Everything seemed futile.
I hated who I was becoming, a toxic energy vampire.
After hearing my own fatalistic views in conversation with a friend, I decided from that moment on, I would make a conscious effect to become more optimistic.
As someone who believed in the law of attraction having experienced the benefits and magic of this phenomenon first hand, I was hit with a realisation. …
For the last number of months, I have spent the night before work crying my eyes out or experiencing stomach turning anxiety due to my workplace.
I always knew, from my very first day four years ago, that I was entering a toxic work environment. I could easily pick up on people’s energies and there was always somebody gossiping about another colleague.
I kept my head down, not wanting their negativity to affect my zen like state. 18 months passed without me being involved in any sort of drama.
However, possibly one of the biggest work scandals occurred and I was in the middle of it. It involved break-ups, new relationships and months of gossip based entirely on rumors. …
Synesthesia has been described as a perceptual phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway (for example, vision) leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway (for example, sound). This can result in someone who has synesthesia to hear a name and involuntarily see a colour that is associated with that name.
When the average person hears the term “self-care”, it is understandable that they might scoff and roll their eyes and say how they don’t have the time or means to practice self-care.
The modern day image of self-care has manifested into an Instagram photo of a fancy coloured bath bomb, accompanied by a peel-off facemask. Or an adult colouring book. Or a yoga class with insanely complicated poses. Or a mindfulness retreat that costs the same as your monthly rent or mortgage.
It has been eleven days since the Irish government have raised the minimum wage from €9.55 to €9.80. That’s right lads. We got a raise! A whole 25 cent! Who are we to complain? Sure, it’s not the 30 cent raise we all received last year, but it’s better than nothing, right? This extra 25 cent means you’ll now be selling your labour for a total of €9.80 an hour, how fulfilling!
I am personally ever so grateful for the 25 cent raise. …
After I typed the title of this article, I threw my head back, rested it on the chair and sighed “where to begin?” to my boyfriend. The near PTSD experience came flooding back to me when he replied “from the beginning”. So strap in, and let’s explore the negligence of one Irish GP practice.
I had severe acne when I was younger and had tried just about everything to help my skin.
Well, almost everything.
I went on the contraceptive pill Dianette for five years, three years over the recommended time to stay on Dianette due to the high risk of blood clots that come with this pill. …
It was the day after I turned 18. I walked into the tattoo parlour to get my very first tattoo. A stark black silhouette of a film camera that took up the majority of my forearm. A pretty bold move for someone who was legally considered a child just hours prior.
Fast forward two years and I’ve half a sleeve and random tattoos scattered around my body, from an eye on my ankle to a moon on my neck. It was at this point, when my tattoos became bigger, bolder and brighter that they started to catch people’s attention. …
If you want to achieve your goals, all you have to do is do well in school, go to a good college, embrace the grind, work harder than everyone else and sleep when you’re dead. If you want to be successful, you will be successful, as long as you work for it.
Anyone who isn’t successful just hasn’t tried hard enough. The key to success is hard work, so therefore, logically, anyone can be successful once they put in the effort.
After all, it’s that easy, right?
We have been sold the lie that if we want to achieve our goals, if we want to be successful, then all we have to do is try and work hard. Functionalist theorists will try and tell you that we are all born equal with equal opportunities. …