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Burnout: the gift that just keeps giving

Anyone that’s shown a passing interest in my posts will know that, three years’ ago, I suffered a breakdown. I was severely physically and mentally burnt-out which then led to a sustained period of depression. I couldn’t envisage a day where I would ever feel well again, but over time, I pieced myself back together…

500 days: brain zaps, the blues and vino medicino

I’m 500 days sober today. 500 days since I put down the wine and picked up a life. And, wow, life has grown immeasurably in that time. I’ve completed some of my best professional work, become vegetarian, started a Masters degree (organisational psychology, since you ask), launched a fashion confidence blog (@awomancalledgeorge https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=vqai3xs20xnk&utm_content=ov6rnfc), presented D&I…

Middle Jersey: if you don’t like it, there’s a boat in the morning!

September 2000, I packed my worldly goods into my D-reg Fiesta and boarded the boat to Jersey. As a 24 year-old newly-qualified solicitor, leaving the familiarity of home to start a new job in the island, I didn’t know whether this was to be a short, or long-term, adventure. Fast-forward 21 years, and I’m still…

Getting home after a work event amongst #notallmen

Further to the tragic death of Sarah Everard, does an employer have a responsibility to ensure its female employees get home safely from work events?

Through the waves

I’d travelled the world but rarely dipped a toe in the ocean thanks to forty-odd years extreme fear of the sea. But that was conquered in an intense ten days and gave rise to an immediate and profound effect on mental health and wellbeing, including a withdrawal from anti-depressants. An account of the clear benefits of open water swimming on mental health.

Back from the brink

I haven’t written for a while. To be honest, I couldn’t have, even if I’d wanted to. You see, I’ve been unwell. You might say I’d been burning the candle at both ends, but not in a hedonistic party-type fashion, more of a juggling all the plates all the time type way. And then the…

Depression: it’s all just weather

I’m writing this in bed, propped up on a couple of pillows, the dog resting over my feet, the wind blowing the trees outside the window. My daughter is making pancakes, my son is playing Minecraft and my husband is emptying the dishwasher. To a casual observer, it’s a picture of a normal, happy family…

Lies: the new currency of the wysiwyg generation.

How the demand for immediacy is at the cost of the truth.

The fundamental problem with…and other problems men can fix.

‘Knock, knock’ ‘Who’s there?’ ‘2019’ ‘2019 who? ‘Indeed.’ That’s the joke I imagine cracking in an editorial team meeting of my local newspaper. There I go, trying to be funny – no – satirical even. How very dare I, what with me being a woman and all. You see, I’m beginning to wonder what the…