Recently, I was given the opportunity to do something kind of cool, involving a forest, bikes, cameras, and mental health. I mean, come on … If that hasn't got me written all over it, I don't know what has.

I was asked if the little kid with the cool hair and glasses still danced with them.

“Yeh mate… erm, different sort of diversity I think!”.

This week (end of September 2024) marks one year since I self-published the book and as time has gone by, the urge to throw down some more words has increased. It helps to declutter the brain in a way that is unsurpassed by anything else I have tried before.

The Happiness Curve or ‘U-shaped’ curve is a plotted line on a graph. Starting at the top left-hand side of our ‘U’ in our 20’s, moving through to the bottom of the curve in our 40’s. Then to rise again and see us at the top of the right-hand point of the ‘U’ later in life.

Being in a situation where an emotive response is the correct response comes with a heavy amount of pressure for me, imagine standing in front of an unexploded ticking bomb with a pair of wire cutters, and the only training you ever did was for a cycling proficiency certificate in 1981.

Talking is often difficult for me. Once I get going I'll talk all day long. But in dark times, I find it difficult to start. Being in a relationship with me must be like owning a classic car!

You know how it's said that you don't go a day without seeing a cow? Well, I don't go a day without hearing about mental health. Maybe it's because I'm invested in the subject so heavily at the moment, nevertheless, talk of it is never far away.

In the interests of finding new ways to settle my mind, I thought I'd try a gong bath.

Relaxing is not something I do very well, even during the times I consider my most relaxed, I'm like a snoozing dog. To the onlooker, I'm out for the count, but in reality, I'm ready to pounce at the slightest noise.

Fred was a baby when he was adopted by a same race typical American couple in Milwaukee Wisconsin. His parents loved him, this he knew. What he didn’t know was he was adopted.

The concept of trauma has been and has meant many different things to so many different people and generations over the decades, centuries and millennia. Does it harden the steel and make you better or does it tear you down and stop you from being your true self. How can we succeed in finding the order in the chaos?

Having good mental health is like tending a lawn, you spend time mowing it, cleaning up all the cuttings, trimming the edges, and sweeping up the mess, it all looks lovely, doesn't it?

Being adopted really does make life tricky, especially when that life asks you to promote yourself. It's like standing in front of a crowd of people with a sign saying; ‘This is me, please point out my faults, its fine, I'm expecting you to!’

Being adopted comes with trauma. That trauma makes life hard at times, and as adoptees, we feel it every day. We might not understand our feelings at the time, but they are ever-present.

On Monday the 9th of October 2023, I was invited to BBC Radio Nottingham to talk about the book.

“The womb forms a template about how we see other people and our place in the world.”

With Fiona Myles on the brink of releasing her next book, 'Georgie, Me and ADHD', I thought it would be a great idea to let her do another 'Who's Wally?' take over.

With the blog firmly in place, attracting over 6,000 views, and the book in the final throws of completion, I thought it would be a good idea to try and take stock.

This is just a quick blog post to say sorry and to do a quick update. I'm sorry that the blog has been a little quiet of late, but I've been super busy finalising the 'Who's Wally?' book. 

The writing has taken over my life these last few months, If I've not been at work or seeing my kids, I've been formulating blogs or chapters and I've thought of nothing else.

This week found me on another attempt at dragging my arse out of the funk I find myself in. I drove into Derbyshire’s Peak District