Which road should I take?

It’s been a while (AGES and ages ) so sorry for the radio silence. A lot has happened in the past few months and hopefully I’ll be able to fill you in soon. I’ve not blogged because I’ve just not been able to write.
I’ve not written anything in about five or six months. My brain just won’t string words together anymore. However, I’m hoping that that will improve when my mood improves. When I say things have been tough, I’m not exaggerating. (But more about that later)

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The Road Not Taken


I’m at that stage of life that everyone  hits with a big bang at some stage. Once upon a time there was the mid-life crisis, but in today’s fast paced world where things happen quicker than before, we have the quarter life crisis.

And I think I’m in the middle of  it…

A quarter life crisis you say. Yes, you heard me. A quarter life crisis.

I have all these questions which keep running through my head, knocking at my brain and stirring everything up. ‘Who am I’, ‘Where am I going with my life?’, ‘where do I want to go with my life?’.

I’ve had these thoughts running through my head for ages now, but since I turned 26 they have reached a whole new level. I’m no longer in my early twenties. I’ve passed that threshold, and now I really feel like I should know where I’m going with my life. Continue reading “The Road Not Taken”



By Robert

There’s a prison called Anxiety

a place within grey walls

it’s treason walled – piracy —

I think to me it called —

caressed by its deity

on my own inside wall —

naked alone

humility and all

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 The poem Invictus was written by the English poet Ernest William Henley in 1875. Invictus (Latin for Unconquered) was read by Nelson Mandela during his incarceration in Robben Island recited the poem to other prisoners and was empowered by its message of self mastery.

 The poem is referenced several times in the 2009 film Invictus starring Morgan Freeman and Matt Damon. It becomes the central inspirational gift from Mandela, played by Morgan Freeman, to Springbok rugby team captain François Pienaar, played by Matt Damon, in advance of the post-apartheid Rugby World Cup hosted in 1995 by South Africa.

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It Will Come

by Nathan Watson

 When life’s largest pressures leave you struck dumb,
Just search for an answer; the solution will come.
When a tragedy occurs leaving you feeling numb,
Just wait for your health; the strength will come.
When everyone relies on you and there is no way you can see,
Trust your mind to think with time; patience is the key.
When you have made it where others always flee,
Just wait to gather courage; soon you’ll be where you want to be.
When it is nearing the end and you’re in need,
Muster up your courage; endurance will lead.

I Cry

I Cry by Tupac

Sometimes when I’m alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry
and no one cares about why….

SpunOut.ie – The Mag – Fiction & poetry – A person called Depression

SpunOut.ie – The Mag – Fiction & poetry – A person called Depression.

So here I am once again,
Losing contact with the real world outside,
Fighting to breathe in a world underground,
Here I am chained to the ground,
Willing to open the closed trap door,
To experience the real world,
Where I feel I’ve never been before.

But I feel you here;
You’re cold and dark,
You make me feel alone and ashamed,
That the cause of this,
I am the one to blame.
So I find a solution -self harm,
Where you really tear me apart,
This is when you seem to always leave your mark – scars.

So here I am,
On my hands and knees,
Trying to defeat you;
This common disease.

I hate the way you play on me,
Twisting my mind and thoughts,
Was it me that brought this on?
Do you act cruel to be kind?

Do you not think that it is the time?
To put me up there so high,
Right up there into the bright blue sky.
Where in the day,
I would be part of a cloud,
Where in the night,
I would be part of a bright wee star.

The force to let go of these chains,
To break through this trap door,
To feel the warm breeze of relief,
Of being set free.
But to be set ‘free’,
Only appears to me as dreams.
So reality is that it seems,
I’m no soft white cloud or a star so bright.

This way you make me feel is not being me,
I feel like a different person,
Whom I’d like to call Depression.

You might bring me down today,
But we see who wins tomorrow.