Showing posts with label Northern Ireland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Northern Ireland. Show all posts

Monday, 5 December 2016

A Trail of Glittering Experience

I have been recently discovering a lot of snails about my garden...

And, I, in my tendency to succumb to the seduction of a silent reverie, found myself wondering about snails, their purpose, and why they are the way they are. Why a shell? Why have they their houses on their back?
Then I thought ‘Snails are independent in a weird way’.
They rely on themselves for their shelter, their security; unattached 
to anything but themselves. 
They travel leaving only a trail of glittering experience of the path they’ve taken, despite how long it has taken them.

A snail didn’t choose to be a snail, it didn’t choose to be slow and burdened with its shell, but despite its wavering purpose in nature, it still carries itself and travels to a new place, independent of all that surrounds it, and irrespective of what humanity thinks of it.
With its beautifully grotesque shell, intricately designed by the hand of nature, the snail climbs up walls, unaware of what is before it, never questioning.
It goes on, until a bird comes and ends its insignificant life, fulfilling its purpose as a meal for its avian predecessor on the food-chain... and the world goes on.

And I think, perhaps I’m too like this snail. I, too, am burdened by an unreckonable force upon my back, that is, my Mental Health. With such a heavy burden I’m tempted to wait in hope of a winged figure to pluck me from the perils of my physical encasement on this Earth.
But, despite the weight, and the fear of an ominous shadow, I have become accustomed to it.


“despite its wavering purpose
in nature, it still carries itself
and travels to a new place, independent of all that surrounds it, and irrespective of what humanity thinks of it”
I, too, can keep going despite what humanity thinks of me. It’s only with my beautifully grotesque mind, my perseverance and struggle that I can leave my glittering trail of experience. 
Perhaps my purpose is to show that despite the weight of my mental illness, I can still travel to new places, explore new grounds and live, unattached to the stigma and social ‘impressions’ of what it means to have a Mental Health problem. To show, that despite all the odds, I can still live.
I have come out of my shell and accepted who I am.
My Mental Health disorder has conditioned me to be strong, to persevere through everything that life offers. I chose to turn something negative into something positive, so going to therapy, taking medication and working on myself holistically has taught me to realise that I can have control over how I feel.
I consider what I thought was a curse, as a blessing. I feel blessed because what was once a burden is now a monument that signifies my success through the toughest struggle that I’ve ever endured, and I’m leaving my glittering trail of experience.

Living with a Mental Health disorder doesn’t define who I am as a person. Having a Mental Health disorder does not make me any less a dreamer, any less a daughter, sister or girlfriend. Being a snail doesn’t mean it’s any less an insect. Having a Mental Health disorder means I just have something extra to deal with in my daily life.
There was a time when I considered myself ‘cursed’, questioning why I was inflicted with such mental torment, convincing myself that I was being punished.
How I perceived my Mental Health disorder is indicative of how society can penalise and ostracizes anything that is ‘abnormal’ or ‘taboo’. In the daylight hours society doesn’t blatantly outlaw those who have Mental Health issues; in fact, it encourages inclusion and well- being of everyone. It’s only in the dark corners of quiet moments, when the day has yawned and the tie is pulled off, that the other face of society looks warily from the corner of its eye upon us and wonders are we actually monsters, psychopaths and murderers like the people in those horror movies.

Society paints a sloppy picture using only limited colours to portray those with Mental Health issues. 
We deserve to be painted by our own experienced hands, we who have experienced the inner turmoil that Mental Health can cause. If each of us could choose to contribute to what Mental Health is like using our own artistic technique, our own stroke of the brush, our own unique colour upon the canvas of society, then perhaps the art depicting Mental Health wouldn’t be abstract art, but simply naturalism, a reflection of our minds, our struggles, beautiful dashes of colour with trails of glittering experience. 
We owe it to ourselves to keep going and to make our own purpose despite what nature has given us. 

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

The Sting


On sunny mornings I’ll usually stand in my garden and breathe in the smells of the new Spring.
This morning, following this routine, I walked out into my garden and saw a huge bumble bee sitting on the garden table. I walked on, and then stopped in my tracks, stopped by some force of nature, and returned to where the bee was.
I instantly remembered about the time I wrote an article for local magazine, Local Women, for the Valentine’s edition. In my unconventional way I didn’t write about romance or love, well love in the traditional way. I actually wrote about how St Valentine is the patron saint of Bee Keeping also.  In the article I chat about how bees are integral to the existence of mankind. No bees, no pollination, No food. 

Albert Einstein once said “If the Bee disappears off the surface of the Earth, man would have no more than four years to live.’’

Upon remembering this reverence for the bee, I owed St Valentine, I had a duty.
So I looked. The Bee, not moving at all, was quite possibly dead. The cause of death? A mystery.
Standing in the dewy morning in my mis-matched pyjamas, and a child-like freckly face to match my child-like curiosity, I bent down and observed the situation in my Sherlock inspired inspection pose. I suddenly remembered that I heard somewhere that bees can become exhausted and to give them sugared water to revive them. With excited anticipation to see if the theory worked (my own little scientific experiment) I went into my kitchen, got sugar and some water and put it on a teaspoon. I went back out and sat the teaspoon down right in front of the bee. No movement.
I pushed the spoon further towards the bee and poured out some of the liquid onto the table. A tensed few seconds passed under my held breath.

There it was, the movement I had been scanning for.

The Bee, faded and slow, began to soak up the sweet water with what looked like a long straw and a little tongue bobbing in and out on the end of it. 





I had never been so close to a Bee before.
The Bee sucked at the sugar particles, and at that I remembered ‘Honey, we have honey’.
I ran back into the kitchen to retrieve the honey and brought it back out, put a dollop in front of the Bee and stared in amazement at how this bee reacted to the honey as if it were a drug he was in withdrawal from.


Not five minutes after giving the bee the honey, my close observance was interrupted with the instant buzzing of the bee. He moved, stretched his legs, tested his wings, and at that he flew off…
When the bee flew off I felt a sense of happiness that I was able to help this creature revive and continue its path in the course of nature.




It also made me think of something else. It made me think of people. It made me think of the people in my life who I’ve given my help, time and love, just as I had given to this Bee. And like the bee, they leave.
We have people in our lives, some come and stay and others go. This bee today, upon leaving me could have stung me, but it didn’t. Some people, upon leaving our lives, do sting us, without us previously never knowing that they could have such a poisonous sting.
Why, if we give love, the rich sugar and water of our lives to these people, do they hurt us and leave? Why do these people, on this Earth, stop by in our lives, take of us our resources, what they need and then just unexpectedly leave?
What do we do?
People who are stung and hurt are often left feeling foolish for investing so much time and love. They feel that they are empty because they’ve no longer the sweetness or vitality that they once had, because they shared it with someone who was no longer there.
What should we learn about such circumstances?

We need to learn that it’s not a shame to have dedicated your best self to another, it’s indicative of the kind and sweet soul that you are. The shame lies in the person who stung you.

Learn that just because we are stung, it’s not necessary to sting back. It’s more necessary to stay as the person you are, the giver of the sweet life that revives.

I’ve learned that upon feeling the pain and hurt from a sting, I found myself being revived by another sweet and pure soul who invested their time in me.

I’ve learned that I could never sting a person who revived me, because I know all I need is already in front of me.
I’ve learned to stay true to myself, and the right people will come into your life to stay.

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Therapie Clinic, Derry




I was invited by Therapie, thanks to the lovely Gemma, to come along and receive a complementary and new revolutionary procedure. I decided to offer it to my Aunt as I thought it would be better for me to document the process on someone else, and I also knew it would be something she’d like to try.

So we went up to Therapie and we were welcomed by the lovely Lucia who told us all about how Patricia, my aunt, would be the demonstration model for Tracey from Advanced Skincare as she demonstrated this new avant-garde anti-ageing treatment.


Patricia before the treatment
Consent form

Patricia signing the consent form


The main feature of the treatment is the brand new hi-tech (and fastest on the market) Micro-Needle from Samsung Medical. The product was launched in September.
The Micro-Needle pen comprises of hundreds of little probes that penetrate the skin at a very quick speed. It is suitable for all Skin-types and can be used for:

  •        Veins

  • ·         Strengthening capillaries

  • ·         Stretch marks

  • ·         Stimulating hair growth after chemotherapy.

  • ·         Targeting crow’s feet

  • ·         Targeting scarring and pigmentation

  • ·         Fine lines for people in their 20s

  • ·         Self-Harm scars

  • ·         It can give you the highest condition of skin

  • ·         Suitable for men and women.



        The Process:
-Cleansing the Skin
-Anaesthetic is applied
-Anaesthetic lasts 15mins
-A gentle peel is applied.
-The gentle peel helps deeper penetration of the needle.
- Serum is applied to work in conjunction with the pen- An anti-pigmentation serum was used on my aunt.
-There are 217 probes in the pen with 3 options of speed. 0.1-1.5
      -Opens millions of channels within the skin
- Promotes re-growth of collagen.
-It is superior to Botox and Fillers.

-The pen is issued with new probes for each client
-An anaesthetic is used to alleviate any pain that could be caused.

Botox is a fix, but this pen brings the skin back to its natural state.  The pen mimics injury which prompts the skin to rejuvenate. However if you do have Botox the pen actually prolongs the effect of Botox.



Lines on the chest area

Lines on the forehead

Crows Feet

Serum of choice used with the pen

New Probes for new clients

Probes fitted into the pen

Micro-Needle pen

 
Beginning the process

Targeting fine lines


Speed is adjusted according the the delicacy of skin area (under-eye)

Targeting Crows feet


                                                               Cleansing the face


                                   Using the pen to target areas with fine lines and wrinkles



 Products used during the process:
-The masks acts as a catalyst to the hyaluronic acid after treatment
-In the toners used - Bio-hyaluronic acid: -Anti ageing-Anti Pigmentation
-Cosmeticeutical- active ingredients in the serum that cannot be found in shops.
-Toner and cleanser along with serum are a must to soothe skin and to get the best results.
-SPF 30 is necessary as skin will be sensitive after treatment. 


Choice of masks applied after treatment



A soothing mask to cover treated areas

Products used and recommended for continued use

Sunblock to protect the skin for after the treatment

Eye Renewal Cream

Rejuvenation Toner




Since having her fourth out of the five treatments not only my aunt, but myself and other family members, have noticed how illuminated her skin is. It's like she has been airbrushed in reality. Her skin looks dewy, replenished and very healthy. We are both so impressed by the results from the first treatment, and my Aunt looks as fabulous as ever. It's a treatment worth trying!

 

S



If you'd like to try this treatment for yourself please visit: therapieclinic.co.uk
Thanks to Lucia for inviting me along, and thank you to my gorgeous aunt for being the guinea pig. x

For any more information email me- ladychuckz@hotmail.co.uk
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