TITA; Things That Annoy Me - Part One

This may take some time to type, but it'll be fun for me nonetheless. Once you've read through it, feel free to add your own in the comments section, or even comment on some of the choices I have made.

This is going to be a big long list I feel

Beats And Tunes, The Music Of My Life

Most of you will like a song for it's lyrics and how they relate to you, or relate to life. I'm not one for listening to songs, I prefer listening to music. The music I listen to tends to have a direct effect on my mood, whereas if you're a listener of lyrics, the songs tend to reflect your mood.

This is why I like hard, fast and energetic music. I can actually feel my spirits being lifted by certain music. Hard dance, trance, jumpstyle, hardstyle and the like are always the first to go on my MP3 player. It's the kind of music the older folks would call 'just a load of thumping'. I'm a big lover of beats, but the actual tune that accompanies those beats can do wonders for my mood.

TITA: Harnessing The Power

This post goes against the mould a bit. It's not about me, my condition or anything like that. I've decided I may as well publish my thoughts on a few subjects while I have an audience. Similar blogs to this will have the title as TITA, an acronym for Things I Think About.

This one is about power, or more importantly, renewable energy.

You Can Choose Your Own Family

Why have you got 20 written on your head? I was asked this on the 21st of August 2003 and little did I know, the person who asked it would later help save my life and become my sister.

It was of course my 20th birthday and someone had written the number 20 on my forehead with eyeliner. I was sitting on the red circular bench outside KFC on Abington St in Northampton. It was the haunt of the moshers/emos/goths/freaktards of Northampton and the surrounding areas. Think of it as the fountain and skittles of Warrington.

All's Well That Ends Well

I wanted to move back to Northampton under my own steam. Sadly, the move would eventually be forced.

Back when I was 16, if you remember, my mother kicked me out and had discussed the subject openly with my brother but hadn't even hinted anything to me. Well this repeated itself when she informed me that she had been planning to move down to the Northampton area herself for a while. She had actually started the ball rolling.

Rehab Scene Two

I had made a choice. I was to leave Warrington and I had set a deadline of Summer 2012 and there was no way I was changing my mind.

The plan wasn't just to start in a new town, it would be to start my life again, completely. A new home, a new family, new friends and even a new name.

Rehab Scene One

I didn't have to wait long to get onto the second step of the ladder and since that appointment with Dr Wrong, my mood improved a hell of a lot.

First up was an assessment, which was quite nerve racking. I had walked to the appointment, but you can't tell the mother that, she gave me bus fare. The bus fare was spent on a packet of smokes though and with my nerves, I needed the smokes more than I needed to get the bus. It was only at the hospital in Warrington anyway, not so much of an issue.

The Voices In My Head

I have no idea yet if this will be harder to write than my piece about suicide, but I'm going to give it a shot anyway.

I've never had voices in my head telling me to do bad things. In fact, I don't even have a police record, I've never been in trouble with the law before. The voices in my head are my own creation. The creations lead to scenarios in my head that can go on for hours. Let me try and explain.

Bike Ride To Nowhere

Music plays a big part in my life, but not like it would with most. The majority listen to the words, relate to the song and like it for that reason. Not me, I listen to the music. That's why I like club music. Not this naff pop dance that you get in the charts, but hard dance, jumpstyle, hardstyle, trance and such. When I do move, I like to move at a fast pace and the high BPM rate, coupled with a decent tune, can pick me up quicker than anything else in my life.

This is why, when packing for my final bike ride, the first thing to go in was 8 batteries for my MP3 player. They'd last me about 5 days and half of them were rechargeable. Onto my MP3 player went the hardest, fastest music I could find. A couple of gigabytes of music that would distract me from the deep muscle pain of that first 130 mile leg of my trip.

From Everest to Mariana

In my own weird way, I've started to enjoy writing these blogs. I've written down my feelings and history before, but I've never published them and nobody outside my circle of trust has ever read them.

There's a massive stigma surrounding mental illness, yet most of us have either suffered from, or has seen someone suffer from some form of mental illness in their life. Since I went public with this on Sunday, I have heard stories from people I've known for a short time, or even people I've known for the best part of two decades who fall into this category. Either they themselves have suffered, a loved one has, or even both. What I want though is for people to feel confident enough to not just tell me things in private, but to put it in the public eye themselves.

I'm more than willing to help of course, feel free to come to me with any problems you have, either on here, Twitter, Facebook, phone, front door, whichever is easier for you. But the more people who know and understand your plight, the bigger your potential support network could be.

Suicide Is Not Easy

I was eating my Sunday lunch in the living room when I heard the news about Gary Speed. I was awestruck, it was a complete shock to me, as it was for many others. The ignorant, or misinformed, think suicide is selfish. They wonder how a person could take such an easy way out and leave their family to deal with the aftermath, so they don't have to. Well I'm really hoping that those who have read my blog up to now, no longer fall into either the ignorant or misinformed categories.

The brain, and the mind is very complex and nobody understands it. The story of my father is great proof to that. Nowhere is the butterfly effect more apt than in a description of the brain. One misplaced word in a text, one car journey, one lost love, these can all effect the brain in a way that can lead to irreversible damage. My blogs have proven that aswell I think.

The End Of A Family

Trying to fulfil my promise to my Dad by making him proud was no easy task. By the time he got ill, I had already linked my life to bipolar disorder. I came across it by accident. Of course I had heard of the condition before, but I didn't know a great deal about it.

I was flicking around a rugby league forum and came across an article about an Australian rugby player who was coming over to play in this country, after having problems down under due to his Bipolar disorder. There was a thread on one forum, where someone basically asked what bipolar was and how it could affect a player. About 4 replies in, someone posted something that gave me an idea what I was suffering from. This person spread awareness of the condition, pointed out some of the symptoms. The poster may not know it, but he contributed in some way to changing my life.