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The amazing Lady J

The first time I ever realised I was depressed was straight after I got married. All of the excitement had dwindled down, there was no 'big thing' to look forward to. It felt like I had ticked off everything on my list and now I just existed. I was very happy with where I was in life, but suddenly all the years of doing stuff, moving home, marriage and such all kind of stopped suddenly. For the first time I could just stop, take a breath, look back at the last ten years of my

Deaf at Defqon.1

So before I became fat and old. (32 is ancient in gay years) I actually went out and did exciting things. One of those thing was an incredible music festival in The Netherlands. Defqon.1 Defqon.1 is held annually in the Netherlands, organised by Q-dance and plays hardstyle music and other similar genres. It's where I discovered my love for loud bangy music, hot European men and Bacardi. It was back in June 2011 when me and my friend went. Those 9 years seem like an age ago. T

Train station blues.

There's always been one day of my life that I keep forgetting about, which is odd because it has played such a big part on the reasons I have anxiety issues. Maybe I've pushed it that far back that it's just become irrelevant. Even when I was at counselling I didn't mention it. Whatever the reason it's story time... May 2006, Age 18 Today would be the first time I would go to a gay bar. I was totally pumped. Group of single gays surrounded by more single gays. What was not t

Sweet Caroline.

Other than winning Strictly Come Dancing and bonking Harry Styles what I know about Caroline Flack is incredibly minimal. But when someone with a beautiful smile and a clear zest for life takes their life in such a horrible way it really hits me in the heart, so here we are with a new blog post. Unfortunately we are living in a world full of invisible illnesses and often things get overlooked or people get left behind. It is so easy to slap on a smile, put on a brave face, co

Never look back.

One thing I have had to learn the hard way is that the further back to the past I look, the harder it is to move forward. Life is a constant progression, and no matter how awful the hurdles are to get over, you just have to keep soldiering through. I often think about people who used to be a part of my life, whom I loved dearly, wishing I could just click my fingers and start over. But really would this work? As amazing as it would be to bring back the good times, I fear if a

Keeping the smile going.

Everyday I stick a smile on my face and soldier through. I'm generally a happy, upbeat kind of guy, but for a large chunk of my life the smile is forced on to cover up how I really feel. Has anyone ever been in a room full of people and felt incredibly lonely? This happens to me all the time. I get a sense that I don't belong. At first it upset me, so I just stuck a smile on my face and carried on. However growing up I've come to realise that even though I feel alone, I don't

Just the beginning.

For the majority of my life I have lived in isolation, every day surrounded by people but feeling more and more alone. Every Morning I would wake up, put on a fake smile and crack on with my day the best I could until eventually it became a routine and I continued without even realising I was doing. For the best part of my 20's I didn't tell a soul how I felt, I was so down in the dumps all the time, I felt ashamed of who I was and how I was feeling. But one day I broke and i

 
 
 

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