College is coming to a close. Students are running around in a blind panic and tutors are close to banging their head on a wall. Yes the end of the academic year will soon be upon us, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.
I’ve been at college for 3 years now and I am ready for it to end!
My first two years of forensic science were not too bad, but this final year of business has really seen me off. But despite these 3 years having a tone of difficulty’s and hardships, they’ve taught me an awful lot (I’m not just talking academically either). These 3 years have taught me so much about how to look after my mental health and that’s what I’d like to share with you today.
5 things that college has taught me about my mental health. Continue reading “5 things college has taught me about my mental health”
After fighting it for too long, I’ve conclude that I’m a self perfectionist with an insane work ethic.
I’ve been told this many time by the book thief I’m dating and my mum. It’s no secret that I work a little too hard a little too often. It’s came in handy during my time at college and all of my extra hobbies and commitments I have. So it’s not exactly been a bad thing.
But in my personal life it’s caused a bit of an issue.
Sharing my recovery with a bunch of strangers online is a bit daunting. A lot of the time it can cause me to put a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself. When your blog is based on showing God’s love through your recovery of an eating disorder, it’s hard to know what to write about when you’ve slipped. It’s hard not to feel extra ashamed when you know you have people looking up to you.
Maybe that’s my inner perfectionist shining through.
But wanting to be perfect will always trip me up. So I’m going to be real about it today. I had the sudden realisation today that I don’t have to write a raw post. Raw posts don’t alway help people, but a real post will.
Let’s be real about what perfectionism does to progress. Continue reading “Perfection or progress?”
Having divorced parents means that it’s quite rare my mum and dad will see eye to eye on a subject. However, there are the occasions where their advice compliments one another’s. One of these times came in the form of me sharing my faith with my peers.
I really like telling people about God, especially my friends. If I care about you in the slightest, I’ll want you to know God and what Jesus did for you on the cross.
However, none of my friends have given their life to God and as a young, easily excitable Christian, I can find myself getting quite down about it. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. I’m not afraid to tell them about God, to offer to pray with them and attempt to live a life that reflects Jesus. Continue reading “The best advice my parents have given me about evangelism”