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November's Essay...

I haven't been feeling very well this month. I took my first day of school- in a few years- on Monday because of how bad it was. Physically, I had a cold. No, I'm not one of those people! (Side note...) It always irritates me when people have a bit of a sniffly nose and then take two weeks off from school. There's just no need! My moto is: have a bit of lemsip and get over it. I'll drag myself into school practically unconscious with a bus stuck in my side and still plaster a smile onto my face. This month, however, I finally admitted there was something wrong.

A day was spent under a blanket with Gossip Girl on. In the end I put 'After Laughter' on and woke up two hours later, confused, wondering why the music had stopped. Even though I felt awful the next day (I always get massive colds!), I went back into school. That day at home did me good though because it was nice to spend some time resting and not being stressed. That's something that I don't do much. When I was awake, being anxious, at one am earlier this week- proving my point- I came to the realisation that I am 'a worrier'.

That was a label that I resented when I was younger. I didn't like it. It made me feel... weird. Just abnormal. All of the little kids were running around, jumping over things and I was always too scared. I'd think through everything and never do anything that I thought could hurt me or other people: which I now think has hurt me more. I isolated myself from a lot of experiences and put myself in this little worryied box. Even aged eleven, the pressure I had on myself to do well was too much. However, when you're that young, mental health is often over looked and presumed to be fine. I wish that there was more education for children in primary school about it.

An argument against is, 'what if children are scared they have a mental illness if they're told things about them?' I think that's stupid. Something much scarier is stuggling mentally and not knowing what it is. Not knowing if everyone feels the same and you're just too weak; feeling like the whole world is on your shoulders and you have to hold it on your own; questioning everything you think and do. Personally, I believe that everyone should be given the resources to be able to take care of their mental and physical well-being. As scary as it may seem, seeing a doctor about mental health is something that I advocate. I did it. And I believe you should.

This post has been short, but my point has gone across. Take a leaf out of my book and look after yourself. Nobody deserves to feel alone, nobody deserves to worry alone, no one deserves to suffer alone. Stay safe and happy. If that's what you take from November, it will have been a month well spent x


  1. I totally agree. As a friend and a person, I always try to ensure no one feels alone or has to weigh all their problems by themselves. It's just a matter of where are they supposed to go when needing someone to "suffer with", if that makes sense. Anyways, awesome post and loved reading your thoughts,

    #sweetreats xxx

    1. It's so great to hear what an understanding person you are. It's so nice! I beleive that there's someone for everyone to turn to, always xox

  2. Lovely post, El. I completely agree with you. I don't think people know who they can turn to in these moments and everyone needs to be aware and understanding of the situation.

    Sophie xx // One Unique

    1. Thank you so much! People need to be aware of how much better life can get, and that they should talk to someone about their mental health xox

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    1. It takes a lot of strength to get help. I admire your courage and the message your sending about mental health. You’re absolutely right it’s unbelievably important to take care of yourself. Best wishes✨

    2. Thank you so much for this comment, it really means a lot xox


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