On Saturday I celebrated my birthday… the big 30! (My actual birthday isn’t until Weds, but you get the idea). It was fancy dress, which I LOVE. Probably for some annoying psychological reason, like.. I can disappear into somebody else’s life for a while.
It’s like incredibly fun armour!
I must admit, I don’t feel mature enough to be 30, but then I said the same when I got married. By ‘mature’ I mean – I can’t change a fuse, I don’t know how to use a lawn mower and mortgage talk is practically a foreign language. I’m sorry, ‘stamp duty?’ What the f** is that all about?! Yet here we are, 30 I will be.
Ageing in general doesn’t bother me, the older I get the happier I’ve become. My early to mid-twenties were a wash of fear and anxiety, I was miserable at least 60% of the time and my mental health was at it’s worse. I was twenty seven before I really started to understand my condition and how to take care of myself.
By writing this blog I really hope to reduce that time for many people. This is my ultimate goal.
It’s World Mental Health Day in exactly one week and I’ll be taking part in as many things as I can, so watch this space!
Oh and the theme for my birthday? Insane Asylum. What else? 😉 A nice tongue in cheek nod to my past, my world and my people! 🙂
And a few more….God bless my wonderful friends for dressing up!