On Friday 22nd July 2016, it was the 25th anniversary of my father’s death at the age of 38. I don’t often talk about this, mainly because it happened so long ago, but also because it’s only recently that I’ve been able to emotionally connect with the reality of the situation. Thanks to the support of an excellent therapist, over the last few years I have managed to peel back the layers of emotional scar tissue and allow myself to feel the extent of grief buried within me, and, more importantly, allow myself to mourn his death.
What do you do when you finally step out of the darkness of self-loathing and depression, and the light of love of admiration is too bright? How do you look directly at the beauty of people’s words and gestures when you’ve spent years conditioning yourself to try to fix your broken self? How do you graciously accept a compliment when you are still coming to terms with the fact that you are capable of bringing joy? Continue reading “Learning To Accept Kindness From Others”
Every time I give my name I feel apologetic that it’s so long and awkward. I’m conscious that no one can ever spell either my first name and/or my surname. “It’s Siobhan, yes it’s Irish, S-i-o-b… Yeah, the ‘bh’ is a ‘v’ in Irish… Then it’s Kangataran, yeah that’s K-a-n….” And so on. Continue reading “Unapologetic Introduction”