500 Hours

I finish my placement in just three days.

Thursday.

Friday.

Monday.

My last day, is Monday.

In just three days I’ll have completed 14 weeks and 1 day of placement; that’s 500 hours; 67 days of waking at 6.30am, eating oats for breakfast, travelling for what should be a 15 minute drive that most often turned into a 35 minute drive (shoutout to that city traffic), so I could start work at 0800, sit in front of a computer, answer phone calls, make phone calls, write case notes and do outreach work until 1600 came around when I could be off the clock.

I’ve submitted 14 weeks of time sheets outlining every activity I’ve undertaken; seven journals that focused on theories, self-care and my professional development; completed three integration sessions; a mid-placement and end-of-placement evaluation where my supervisor, field educators and liaison officer studied me, my development on both a personal and professional level and my understanding of elements of social work like ethics and values, supervision and culturally responsive practice; I’ve submitted two essays each worth 50% and; finally, I’ve completed a statement of what I have learnt throughout these past few months.

I’m quite literally breathing a sigh of relief as these next few days roll around, and finally; finally; I will be able to wake up slowly, stay snug and warm in my winter trackies, drink a cup of tea as I enjoy my oats on the balcony, surrounded by my ever-growing garden.

I already have so much planned. A mini-trip away with my mum as she flies down to visit me next Tuesday. Volunteering more often with an organisation incredibly close to my heart. Volunteering in the Starlight Express Room; something I have yearned to do for years but never lived in a city that had such a room. Setting up camp at a handmade self-proclaimed “hippy” market next month to sell my creations; jewellery, dreamcatchers and sun catchers alike. Taking up a couple of psychology classes to finish up my psychology degree. Submitting my writing to different publications; you never know if you don’t put yourself out there.

I’ve already taken up Gardening. I am so excited to read more often. Journalling will become my escape once again. Painting will allow me to get my fingers dirty. I’m looking forward to walking further around my little suburb, exploring more of what it has to offer. I’ll be getting deeper into my yoga practice. Dancing more, by myself and with my friends. Taking every second as it comes, loving every moment as it happens, accepting every day, every feeling, for what it is.

Although I am excited for what is to come; I’m sombre about leaving behind what has been these past 14 weeks. Leaving behind my colleagues I have come to know; leaving behind my clients I have come to support, to work with, to be such a significant part of their lives. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Knowing that my life with this organisation is so suddenly ending, but the lives of those I have been supporting is still a radical reality; it’s their everyday life; it’s their normal. This is not my normal. This is an experience. This is an opportunity. It almost feels selfish, to use these people who are already so vulnerable, just to pass a semester of university.

Yet, it also feels sweet. I feel content as I move forward, onto greater things knowing I have impacted at least a few people’s lives in a positive way. I feel grateful knowing I have had the opportunity to learn such incredible and remarkable lessons about social work, about theories and frameworks, and essentially, about myself, through these people who, despite all they are experiencing, have allowed me into their homes, into their lives, so that I could have an opportunity to learn; so that I could have an opportunity to grow as a professional, as a human being, so that I am able to use these experiences and these stories to create a brighter, a more just and fair future for the most vulnerable, the most hurt, and importantly; the most resilient of all beings.

3 months.

14 weeks.

67 days.

500 hours.

Have all lead up to this moment in time.

knew I was going to grow as a professional; that was inevitable.

Yet somehow, as I grew as a professional, I was also able to grow personally.

I have grown more confident in not only my ability to link theory to practice; but also in my passion toward this field of work.

I have gained more knowledge about social work, about homelessness and about mental health; but I have also gained self-awareness.

I have developed an understanding of what it means to be a social worker; but I have also developed an understanding of how important my personal attributes of empathy, kindness and acceptance are within my practice.

 

Here’s to my first social work placement. It was terrifying, difficult, frustrating, it had me feeling tired and scared and angry and upset; but it was also hilarious, fun, a remarkable opportunity to discover and learn, it had me feeling excited and filled with love and joy.

 

 

I have discovered two things; that society can place some unfair and unjust stigmas on us as human beings, but in the same breath, despite these stigmas, we are so damn resilient. There’s no other way to explain it other than we have a fight within us that is more remarkable than anything I have come to recognise in us as a species. 

 

500 hours.

I wonder what the next 500 will bring to me.

 

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Six weeks in- where am I at?

It’s been a few weeks since I last posted.

Since I was even active on my blog.

At the beginning of this semester I had this grand idea that somehow, amongst the 8.30-4.30, 5-day weeks, the journal and time sheets I have due every second week, my mid-placement reviews and my two 50% essays I am yet to begin, that I would also have time for a social life, to keep my place clean AND to reflect on each week of placement as it came and went.

I was clearly way in over my head.

I mean, in some ways I was. I have been able to manage working 5-days a week full-time although I have never done it before in my entire 21 years of living. I am able to maintain a social life-despite knowing only my two housemates, my brother and his friends, and the boys next door in the new city I am living in-somehow, I am managing parties on Saturday nights, movie nights every friday and exploring the city and the coast every Sunday. The keeping up to date with my reflections on my blog however, I haven’t been able to do. I’m sure it hasn’t bothered you though, and it hasn’t bothered me, because it’s given me time to live, to settle down, and to grow significantly.

I suppose this isn’t really a reflection blog- I write a reflection every fortnight to submit to my Liaison person for placement and so I am happy sticking to just those, for now anyway. I wanted to write this blog as more of a check-in, more of a way to let you know I’m still alive, I’m still kicking and I am well and truly falling more and more in love with this life, and the passions that I have, every single minute that I spend in this city.

I have been confused though, over whether it is this city, living out of home and doing everything on my own, that has allowed me the courage to walk a little taller, to create the person I always wanted to be, to grow so extensively in such a small period of time.

Or if it has been this placement. Six weeks of meeting souls who have been to hell and made it out alive, who have been handed a deck of cards that is so fucked up, and so unfair, but they manage to reach inside and find a resilience that I have never recognised in anyone before.

Maybe this is an outcome of the self-reflection journals I have had to write over the past six weeks, the reflective social work practitioner inside of me clawing its way out- but I just really want to know whether it’s the move, or the placement, that is allowing me to grow.

It’s interesting isn’t it, how one day we are in our safe, comfort zones. Our own little bubbles. Everything we see and feel and hear is everything we want to, because we are either oblivious to the world outside of us, or we are aware but choose not to do anything about it. Either way we are living how we want to live. Then the next day, everything is different, and it feels like we are seeing the world through brand new eyes.

Well, I guess that is how I have been feeling. Although the way I am living right now, is how I want to be living (I get to choose the food I eat, when I clean my room, how my room looks and I get to sip on green tea and watch 13 Reasons Why all day without ever having to answer anyone), I am also becoming more and more aware of the world outside of the bubble that I grew up in.

Disclaimer: When I mention the bubble we grew up in, it doesn’t mean we lived perfect, non-fucked-up childhoods, no. I just mean that the bubble is all we ever knew. Because if I am being totally honest with you, and I want to be honest with you, I did not grow up in a perfect little family. Mental health issues are prevalent within my family, chronic health issues are prevalent and hospitals, depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and alcoholism are just some of the things I had a vast understanding of at young ages.

However, since coming to the city, since moving out of home, since starting this placement, I’ve learnt a few things. Mostly about myself, but a lot about the world, and some things about my fellow human beings that reside on planet earth.

I’ve learnt that I am so capable of being away from my family; that I can cook three meals a day that actually have nutritional value; that I have the ability to be domestic but also maintain a social life; that I am actually a lot more confident in who I am than I ever was in my hometown; that being happy in my body does not mean I have to change it, but going for a walk or doing yoga or just eating some god damn veggies, helps with my body image an incredible amount; that I am just capable of living, and also loving myself.

I have learnt that this world is so unfair; that alcoholism is not your favourite actor who gets drunk every so often and it’s caught in the tabloids- it’s a real problem, it affects so many people and newsflash, 9 times out of 10, it isn’t a choice.

I have learnt that human beings are some of the most resilient species I have ever come across; that people who use drugs and alcohol are still exactly that- people- and they deserve respect, and kindness; that literally every single one of us is so different and unique; and mostly, that human beings are also one of the most closed-minded species in the world and that fuck we are hard on each other- seriously, we just need to give one another a break.

The greatest thing I have learnt over these past two months of living in the city, of these six weeks of placement, is how totally and utterly okay and wonderful it is to be in love with yourself. To fall in love with yourself, your body, your mind, the way you speak, the words you write, the thoughts you come up with- is one of the most magical feelings in the world. It’s something I haven’t truly felt, ever, but it’s something that I now feel, almost every single day and I cannot fathom how much this move, this experience, has allowed me to be who I am, to fall in love with who I am.

It’s magical.

I am grateful.

I am utterly in love with myself.

And there is nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Wrong with that.

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Week two of placement-Have I burnt out already?

I have already completed ten whole days of placement and I am both surprised at how fast this is all going and overwhelmed by the fact I still have twelve whole weeks left.

It’s all slowly becoming a blur; my eyes are growing more tired every day; my soul is carrying the burdens of so many who surround me; my mind is growing from the knowledge I am having the opportunity to grasp at; and my body is always looking forward to the weekends.

It’s exhausting; physically, mentally and emotionally.

My mind tries to keep up with my body and my body tries to keep up with my mind and it is all one big cycle of my body and mind chasing after one another.

It’s a lot to handle.

Every day.

It’s a lot to deal with, a lot to face, and most days it’s all a reminder why I never really wanted to work in mental health.

In the same breathe, I am so in love with this line of work, with the people I am meeting, with the experiences I am having and with the knowledge I am gaining.

I have not, for so long, felt so inspired by a group of people, to research as far and wide as I can about mental illnesses, about substance abuse, about social work theories, so as I can learn and grow and discover more about working in mental health and, more about myself.

This second week of placement saw me submit two pieces of assessment, finish drafting a third, experience my first absolute 180 turn with a client and over the past 5 days I have just seen how things can go from 0 to 100 and back again, real quick. It’s been a week that has dragged me through the mud and I came out the other end tired and barely able to move.

Despite wanting a quiet weekend, I actually ended up being a taxi for both my housemates which led to a total burnout today-Sunday. I was annoyed, frustrated and tired, yelling how unfair it was that I had a job five days a week that was mentally and physically exhausting (and starting to catch up with me) and how I then had to come home to a mess because each person was blaming the other for it and refused to clean up.

So today, I decided to take myself out on a date-something I have never done in my entire 21 years and 11 months of living. I went to a book store I have wanted to go to for so long-and purchased six new books that I really do not need- before treating myself to a green tea at the cutest little cafe that I have also been wanting to try for a while. I then decided to just take a shot in the dark and do a yoga class that I had my eye on for the past week and it was the most relaxing, restorative hour of yoga in my life.

These four hours of listening to Busby Marou as I drove around to explore books and books on end, drink tea, journal, and refresh myself in a yoga class reminded me how important self-care is, and how important it will be throughout the next 12 weeks of placement. I hadn’t realised that it would be this significant, that I couldn’t just go for a 15-minute walk every day and feel okay.  I know now that I am going to need so much more than that.

Therefore, I have given myself a little promise that self-care will be part of my every day routine for a lot longer than 15 minutes, because I deserve it. 

I came up with a list (I’m a sucker for lists) of things that I want to make part of my daily and weekly self-care routine, including:

  • reading for fun more often
  • going for a walk every afternoon
  • practising yoga at least three times a week-whether that be through a class or online
  • drinking more tea
  • leaving Uni work for during work hours
  • getting enough sleep
  • drinking more water
  • journalling more

 

 

If I have learnt anything this past week, this second week of placement, it’s that I really have not been taking as much care of myself-physically, mentally or emotionally-as I should have been, and that self-care needs to become an essential part of my day-to-day life if I’m going to make it to the other end of this placement without feeling next-level exhausted and broken.

 

I was lost and looking for answers-

and found them in

(learning how to love)

myself

Isabella Mente (from her novel, “7,300 Days”)

 

 

Reflecting on my first week of Placement

It’s 9.22pm.

I write this from my mattress on the floor of my room in my new townhouse, after a night of watching a few episodes of How To Get Away With Murder and printing a Learning Plan I have to draft and complete over the next two weeks, and my first alarm is set for 5.30am as I get ready to go to my second day of placement tomorrow, starting at 7.30am.

My eyes are already the windows to the exhaustion that I am feeling.

However, I also hope they are the windows to how excited, and in awe of this experience I am.

This semester, for 15 weeks, I will be working at an agency that works with people sleeping rough, and my team in particular works with and supports people with severe and complex mental health issues. I have never in my life worked within mental health nor have I ever worked with people sleeping rough and henceforth, I am terrified. While I understand that people suffering a mental illness are still people, I also understand the risks associated with working with people who are sometimes too anxious to meet new people, who have mood disorders, who can be so happy they are bursting one day, and wallowing in a sadness deeper than the ocean the next. I especially understand the risks associated with being someone they have yet to develop a trusting and open relationship with. Which is why, on my first week of placement, I wanted to document my feelings, my fears, my excitement, and continue to document my experiences each week as I work through these next 15 weeks. (Surprise, here comes 15 new blog posts coming your way relating to the work I get to do, the experiences I have and the emotions I feel throughout it all!)


I wrote this after my first day of Placement, adamant that I was going to write a “what did I learn on my first day of placement” blog post, and yet here we are, at the end of day 8 of placement and I haven’t even written the “placement- week one” post that I wanted to write.

I am already an unorganised mess and it’s only halfway through week 2. *Sigh*

Despite my inability to remain organised and on top of things, the mess, the exhaustion, and the full-time work has all been worth the tired eyes and the not-so-Gucci-eye-bags I’ve acquired since last week.

Over the past 8 days, I have read more words about recovery, drug and alcohol abuse, homelessness and mental health than I ever thought was possible; I have read oodles of case notes about clients I have met and am yet to meet; I have gone to bed earlier than I did when I was in primary school; I have met people who are so resilient I don’t even know where they found the strength to move, and people who have such severe and complex mental illnesses that I sometimes just feel like crying, screaming to a God I have trouble believing in so often, “why do so many people have to live such an unfair life?”

I have cried and felt pains in my chest as the burdens of the souls I’ve met clamber to my heart that lays on my sleeve every single day of my life.

I have laughed with people that remind me of people I know and I have been hugged by people who are just so grateful that someone in their life gives a damn about them.

I have met people with an alcohol and drug addiction so strong that they’ve never been sober during any of our visits, and yet they continue to be the kindest and most gentle souls I’ve come across; I’ve met people who want to so badly quit their addiction but to them it’s a medicine and god only knows how hard it must be to be in a position where you know you are doing such incredible harm to yourself but you can’t quit because of biological and chemical reactions in your brain-or simply because the drugs and the alcohol have been the only things there for you through it all.

I’ve been surrounded by people who are feeling angry, rejected by society, their friends and family; people who are feeling dejected, full of sorrow, full of hate, full of so much pain; I’ve met people who are just grateful, to be alive, to have someone who cares, someone to talk to; people who laugh and giggle and offer you cups and cups of tea- and no matter the person, how they are feeling, how they react to me coming inside their home, whether it’s positive or negative, I cannot blame them.

Not at all.

Not in the slightest.

I used to just think it would be so easy for people with mental health issues to just recover; to just go to rehab; to just see a psychologist, because these things would just help, and how could they not understand that by just doing one of these things would make it all better.

Except so many of them have tried that. They’ve gone to rehab. They’ve seen a psychologist, a psychiatrist, they’ve met more head and body doctors than I can count on my fingers and toes.

Some of these people have wanted these things to help, and they’ve been let down.

Some of these people haven’t wanted any of this help, and they’ve got it, and it hasn’t made a difference.

Truth is, we can sit back and say how much all these things will help and they don’t help, or they do-but either way, neither you nor I, have any right to just throw these “solutions” at people, because we actually have no idea how large of an impact mental illness has on the way people function in their every day lives.

And that’s probably the biggest thing I’ve learnt. Is that I actually had very little understanding to how deeply and how immensely, mental health illnesses actually effect people. It’s so baffling to me, that our brains, our minds, can work against us in such a way that it slowly kills us. I cannot even begin to explain how naive I was just 8 days ago. 

It’s the end of day 8, and I have already learnt so much in my time at this agency.

I have already experienced so much, and met so many wonderful, and frightened, and kind, and grateful, and sad, souls and each of them have had an effect on me that I cannot even describe, that will stay with me not only throughout the entirety of this placement, but probably throughout my entire life.

If I’ve learnt this much in just 8 days, imagine how much I’m going to learn over the next 13 and a half weeks.

“the truth is, we all have mental health, it’s just that, unfortunately, some of us were given better functionality than others” – my supervisor

Semester 4 in Review: SW SP 11

I submitted my last essay just 7 hours before it was due. Which, you may think is brilliant, good on me, I had so much time left over! However, this was the latest I had ever submitted an essay in my past 4 years of university-I kid you not. I know, I know, I am such a nerd.

Now, I have about three weeks before I begin my first ever placement and until then I am a guest speaker at a Ball for a charity organisation incredibly close to my heart (I will definitely blog about this within the next week), I am moving out of home to the bottom end of the state I currently live in and I am both terribly excited, and terribly exhausted.

Before this big stuff starts happening though, I wanted to take this time to reflect on the semester that was. However, because this semester was a bit different to previous semesters, I’ve changed the questions up.

If you want to check out my previous reflections:

Semester 1

Semester 2

Semester 3

 

I am most in my element when I: 

Start the day off with Yoga. For the entire month of January I took part in ‘Yoga With Adriene’s’ 31 Yoga Revolution and I swear, just starting the day off with 15, 30 or 45 minutes of yoga makes the rest of my day productive and kind. Doing yoga daily is most certainly something I am going to ensure becomes part of my daily routine for February.

Favorite study spot:

The dining room table. My chair is right up against the window so when I close the curtains, it feels warm and snug and perfect for a day of writing essays or doing research.

Proudest moment:

Honestly, I’m going to keep this one simple. Taking the time to actually study a subject over Summer. I love being busy but I know that Christmas and New Year gets so hectic, and not to mention I’ve been planning/getting ready to move away so with all of this going on, the semester was wild. But I managed it, and I’m so happy I worked toward getting it all done.

Most humbling moment:

Being asked to speak as a Guest Speaker at the Gala ball that I’ll be attending tomorrow night (!!!)

I feel most empowered when:

I learn something new, when I gather new information that allows me to broaden my horizons. Being

Career plans?

At this point in time, something to do with public speaking or working with children and adolescents with a chronic illness…or both!

Future plans? 

Road trip tomorrow for the Gala Ball tomorrow night, then moving down south on Tuesday and from that moment forward, just taking life as it comes!

Last semester’s challenge:

“I’d really love to further my knowledge on Feminism and the importance of women and women’s rights and therefore am going to challenge myself to find at least one extra article, youtube video or discussion (anything really!) surrounding the topic, just to deepen my knowledge on the topic!”

Did I do it?

Yes! Although I found that I didn’t have the time to find a new article/video/discussion every week, I tried hard to find new information every so often and I did! I found articles discussing feminism, I found videos discussing the importance of feminism especially in today’s day and age.

Challenge for next semester?

Just take it one day at a time. My next semester is 14 weeks of placement and I am so nervous and worried about it, but I know it’s going to be such an incredible experience. So I really just want to take it all in, take it slow and take it as it comes.

Advice to future self:

Never forget how healing just half an hour of journalling can be.

 


Once again, this post has been inspired immensely by my friend, who I miss intensely as she continues to work toward becoming an incredible Doctor on the other side of the world, Sami.

How to make a difference this Christmas

 

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It’s officially December 1st as I write this which has me filled with so much joy! This month is always my favourite month of the year purely because of the kindness that seems to be everywhere, the christmas music that is always playing in the shops, the christmas movies that are playing on TV and the decorations that are everywhere. Yes, I am that annoying person who wears christmas shirts and sings along to the music and knows every word. I’m not even sorry!

However, I am very aware that December and the Christmas period is not everyone’s favourite time of the year because unfortunately not everyone can afford, or is in the position to have a wonderful Christmas. In fact for around 8.4 million Australians, Christmas is a financial nightmare and over half a million children under the age of 10, won’t have any gifts under the Christmas tree. These facts I’ve drawn from The Salvation Army’s Australian website and are just a few of many upsetting facts about this time of year. If you want to check out more facts head here!

Thus, I share with you 5 tips on how you can make a difference this Christmas!

 

1.Volunteer somewhere!

So many organisations are looking for volunteers all year ’round, but especially during December when many have gift-wrapping booths set up in shopping centres; some are looking for volunteers to help collect food donations from supermarkets;  soup vans and soup kitchens are consistently looking for volunteers to feed those who are less fortunate, and these are just a few of so many opportunities that are available around Christmas! Such simple and small acts of kindness that can truly change someone else’s life.

 

2. Register for a food or toy hamper!

This is one that I did for the first time this year and it was so fun! I donated my hampers to The Salvation Army/Mission Australia and honestly, I’ve never participated in something so simple for myself, but that will hopefully be so life-changing for another family. The best thing is as well, is that you don’t even have to collect a whole bunch of toys or food, just a few items and they make all the world of difference. Or even better, register your school/workplace and get each person to bring in one or a few items, that way you have a whole hamper to donate!

3. Buy the person’s coffee/hot chocolate/drink/item who is in line behind you

We see it on TV all the time, and you might think it’s cliche or overdone, but seriously kindness is never and let me repeat that, never, overdone! My mum and I actually experienced this just yesterday when the lady behind us offered her member’s card so as we could get the discount that was on offer for the piece of clothing we were purchasing-it made us smile and we will pass on that random act of kindness on another day, thus the kindness spreading further and further. Kindness is cool!! Never believe otherwise.

 

4. Buy Christmas cards where a percentage of the profit heads off to a charity. 

The Salvation Army. The Starlight Foundation. Mission Australia and so many more have cards out in the big wide world of commercialised christmas where, if you purchase them, they receive a small profit and therefore are able to continue to make a difference to the people, families and children that they are helping year-round.

 

5. Remember your manners

Christmas is hectic, we all know that. People are rushing around the shops, running into one another, retail workers are working double-time trying to please everyone and I understand completely that you get frustrated and annoyed and want to get angry or you don’t say thank you on your way out. But seriously, remembering to smile, to be patient and kind, and to say please and thank you everywhere you go, makes a load of a difference to everyone around you. So simple, but damn what a change to people’s lives it makes.

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What other tips do you have on how to make a difference this Christmas? Are you going to use any of these in your life this Christmas period? Let me know in the comments below x

What to do when you feel inadequate

I often feel inadequate.

Inadequate amongst the people I spend time with. Inadequate amongst the writers and poets I compare myself to. Inadequate amongst the likes of artists, environmentalists and business people who have either created something magical, or an empire, by the time they turned 22. Inadequate amongst the Instagram famous whose workouts are far more intense and regular than I could possibly make the time for mine to be. Inadequate based on my looks, my art, my words, my love and my achievements.

I’m not suggesting that I have created or achieved nothing in the past 21 years. I am 3 semesters off finishing my social work degree; I have an assistant in nursing certificate; I have written a novel; I have been an ambassador for a camp for kids born with various heart conditions and am currently an online ambassador for that same organisation; I have spoken in front of medical professionals who have experienced beyond my years and yet treated by them as if I am an equal; I have survived many a heart operation and have created words and stories and art that I am beyond proud of.

So no, I am not suggesting that I am merely an inadequate. I’m just simply suggesting that I am a master at comparison and thus, often feel inadequate within the presence of other greatness.

Unfortunately, this is not an uncommon feeling. 

So many of us feel inadequate and it’s not a nice feeling. For me personally it leaves me feeling sad, numb, angry and constantly on the verge of tears and it’s actually a feeling I’ve been re-introduced to over the past few days, unfortunately. I’m not sure why but sometimes a sadness, an emptiness, a feeling of being totally inadequate because I don’t have *insert object/relationship status here*.

That, is so unfair toward me and my own mental wellbeing; just like it’s so unfair toward you and your mental wellbeing to feel so deeply inadequate that you aren’t sure if it’s going to just leave you alone or swallow you whole.

Thus, I’ve compiled a list of things to do when you have that feeling swirling around inside of you.

 

Unfollow social media accounts that make you feel crappy!

Seriously. Just do it. It doesn’t matter if that person is consciously or subconsciously making you feel crap, the point is, you are feeling that way and that’s not fun!

So, just unfollow them.

You’ll feel so much better when you do.

Trust me.

 

FOLLOW social media accounts that value things like art, activism, human rights, or simply just admire and focus on the inside rather than aesthetics!

My personal favourite instagram accounts that I follow that all tend to leave me loving myself, my art and my passions, include:

AllyEmmaHaley

IsabellaThe Messy HeadsMarissa

ShaeStefCartia & Ciaffy

Although of course there are SO many more incredible, powerful, artistic, passionate and hardworking women who you can follow to get inspired/feeling MORE powerful, these are just a few. 

Avoid excessive exercise!

When I’m feeling inadequate or just plain, sad, I tend to exercise for all the wrong reasons and therefore end up lying on the floor, sweating and in tears because I feel like I didn’t go hard enough, or for long enough. That’s not healthy!

Instead of trying to do an intense workout of any kind, maybe stretch, do a light round of yoga or simply go enjoy a long, slow walk surrounded by nature.

Journal

Get your feelings down on paper. Or on a word document. Whatever way you feel more comfortable, so long as you’re getting your emotions, your frustrations, your worries and doubts all out.

Being able to get out those feelings is so important and works absolute wonders on what’s going on in your mind.

Focus on your work/art/passion

Whether you are a musician, artist, aspiring doctor or lawyer, or anything in between, focus on that gift!

Remind yourself that you are incredibly talented, that you have a remarkable gift whether that be the ability to create poems from scrambled words you see in the deli section; the ability to create a song from a sound you heard in the streets; the love of researching beyond what Med school has told you that you need to know; or wanting to fight for human rights in a court room-all of those things, and talents and gifts beyond these I’ve mentioned, are beautiful. 

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And although so many people may have these gifts, the way you work on them, work through them and come to an end product is unique to you and that’s cool.

Focus on that. Focus on you.

 

What do you do when you’re feeling inadequate? Let me know in the comments below or come start a conversation with me on my instagram page!