17 Aug 2017

Love is Love

What is love? To me it’s something that can’t be quantified. Love is kind, love is honest, love is patient, love is... love. Which is why when people are the total opposite it confuses me, freaks me out and just about infuriates the heck out of me. Why people choose to hate instead of love is something I will never understand, especially when it’s the first reaction.

Reading online what’s happening across the world has left me in awe, and not in a good way, rather in a way that has me questioning humanity. Here’s where I insert a quote from one of the world’s greatest humans, this world ever got the privilege to know, Nelson Mandela – 'No one is born hating another person because of the colour  of his skin, or his background or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes naturally to the human heart than its opposite.' This just proves that we are not born hateful, this atrocious and unacceptable behaviour is taught.

Why go around hating someone just because they are different from you? Why go around bullying someone because they look\act different from how you’d rather have them look or behave? Yeah sure people are afraid of things they do not understand but that is a bullshit and tired excuse for acting like an asshole. Just for a moment put yourself in their shoes and see what it would be like if you were treated in the harsh manner in which you’re treating others and see if you like it, probably not.

I have a simple solution, educate yourself. That person you’re afraid of because they’re different, guess what? They’re a human being just like you, aaahhhhh shocker I know, who would have thought?! So just sit down and get to know them better instead of being judgmental and unkind.

As Maya Angelou said once, 'HATE it has caused a lot of problems in this world, but has not solved one yet.'

We as a collective can do this. Do not give up hope. We will love this hate out of this world. We will love the hate right out of the people so that what’s left is only love, we could use more love never more hate.

Remember to be kind to one another.

Peace, Love and Light to you all.


6 Jul 2017

I am not my anxiety.

I hate my anxiety. I hate who it is and what it wants. I hate how it makes me feel and I hate how it makes me act. I hate my anxiety.

There are many people who don't understand my illness, so let me be your informant.

My anxiety is greedy, irrational and confrontational, it takes what it wants leaving nothing behind except the ruins of my friends and family should they reach the wrong end of it. My anxiety is angry, it is exceptionally pissed off, it is the sleeping beast I try not to wake. My anxiety is uncontrollable; I cannot stress this enough actually, my anxiety has a mind of its own.

My anxiety attacks me, when I least expect it and when I've got my back turned to it, it is not always a loud elephant galloping through the wilderness, no, it can be a sneaky cat that treads softly and eats me alive. When my anxiety hits, IT is in control, I have left the building - I am hiding in the dark recesses of my mind waiting for it to decide it's had enough and goes back to sleep. Its then, and only then, that I get to take the reigns again.

When my anxiety attacks, it's not always throat closing, unable to breath, choking and shaking uncontrollably - although it can be; it's sometimes a little more vile, that even I don't know it's taken over till it's too late. My anxiety can present itself in many different ways, for those that have never encountered this (or think they haven't), anxiety is actually a lot like the flu, it can come in many different shapes and sizes. My anxiety can come out as anger, dead space staring or 'ants in my pants'. My anxiety can take me from extreme happiness to extreme irritation in a matter of seconds.

I get heart palpitations when people don't text back, when I have to leave the office (I really don't understand that one), those milliseconds before the other person picks up the call (I never used to be able to make calls), when I'm driving, when I'm waiting on any kinds of results. I get angry when I'm greeted in the morning and I'm unable to speak to people because I know my anxiety is in full control - if I do say anything, I'm generally not the nicest.

I hate it when I've had an 'episode'. I hate it when my anxiety has taken over from me, because while everyone else thinks I've just been angry and need a bit of time, it's much, much more than that. When my anxiety has taken over from me and I am 'coming down', I start to feel terrible, I feel like the worst person around because I've probably said some things that weren't meant to be said and then because I have anxiety it starts eating away at me. That's the fun part they don't tell you about this illness, you know you are screwing up, you know that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing but you can't stop and you don't understand why.

My anxiety does not define me. I am me, living with anxiety. My anxiety is not who I am but rather who I don't want to be. I have never experienced as much self hate as I have when thinking about my anxiety, I don't want this I am not this and I don't have a say - at all.

So the next time when someone close to you explains why you probably shouldn't say stuff like "Just Relax Man" please rather take a listen - it's not something that's easily controlled (or even spoken about) but if everyone steps in and holds their end of the deal, it makes it a little easier on people like us.

5 Jun 2017

Depression in my brain

I think there are many of us twenty-somethings just getting into a new relationship and not yet sure of how to bring up the big scary D word! We know it's there, we've probably given them snippets of it and they've told us it's not something they believe in or they've said that we're making a bigger deal out of something than it is (Yes I will punch you in the face with any of these). 

I'm thinking, I'll direct this post to those misinformed people who really want to understand but can't seem to get much out of their loved ones because (and this is a huge one that many people don't know about) they don't know they're hurting you. 
Yes, strange as it is and hard as it is to believe, often the depressed person doesn't know that they've hurt you - the snarky comment across the dinner table, how do they not know they're doing THAT?? I honestly don't have answer for you, all I can tell you, from someone who's been through this, is that as a depressive person, you are blind to damage you cause. I remember being angry, sad and mostly I felt like the victim, 'How could you say I'm being ugly to you when you were being mean to ME?'

"Clinical depression, also known as major depression, is an illness that involves the body, mood, and thoughts. Clinical depression affects the way you eat and sleep. It affects the way you feel about yourself and those around you. It even affects your thoughts." 

I think that depression is more easily explained by someone who has been through it all and managed to come out the other end marginally unscathed, the problem with this for me, is that because it's more easily explained by someone thats recovered, it makes it's almost harder for your s/o to understand because "They're Fine, What's with you?" and unless YOU sit them down and explain to them that it's different for each person and the pain they cause when they say these things could really be curbed by a bit of understanding and a lot of empathy.

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15 Mar 2017

Feminist Expressions

By Ashleigh Seale

As a woman, I feel that we should be able to wear what we want when we want without being labelled or ridiculed for what we wear. Personally, I hardly wear anything short or revealing because of a lack of confidence that has been instilled in me due to men and women looking at me in a certain way or negative comments about how I look. Taking these reactions to heart is on me - for allowing them to make me feel this way, as much as it’s on them for not allowing me, my freedom of expression.

It makes me sick that some women are forced to cover up their gorgeous bodies because they are made to feel uncomfortable by men. We should not have to cover ourselves because men don’t know how to act around women showing a little skin here and there. Neither should we be harassed or be called names or made to feel ashamed of being sexy because they don’t know how to act - especially when ladies are being sexually assaulted and the excuses are that she was asking for it because she was wearing something revealing, BULLSHIT. We should be able to wear whatever we want without being afraid to go out because something might happen because of the items of clothing we choose to don.

There are ladies that would like freedom of expression without having to feel threatened or objectified! We should not be made to feel objectified simply because the male gender of our species has no “control” over their raging hormones. In spaces where men think its acceptable behaviour to cat-call ladies showing some skin (I believe that it's mostly learned behaviour from what is depicted in the media or indeed at home). That old marketing adage comes to mind - sex sells; which is effectively saying anything with a scantily dressed lady next to it will sell. Just seeing the curve of a breast - not even the whole thing - is enough to send men into a rampage of desire.

These types of behaviour need to stop. Just as men are allowed to walk around with their bare chests and shorts without being harassed by every second female spotting him, women need the same courtesy. Men need to be taught the right way to behave around a woman expressing her individuality on her own terms. Men need to be taught that respect above all is the best reaction to anything - no matter whether you agree with it, are aroused by it, or do not know how to react to it. And this starts at home. Every boy-child should be taught that skin does not mean consent – whether that is for actual sexual acts, remarks or even just staring. Every girl-child should be taught not to giggle and act flattered at these advances but to react with fire and brimstone required to shut down the thinking of those behaving this way, that their behaviour is acceptable.

No more shall we be shamed or called names for what we wear or how we’re wearing it! We shall wear our “skimpy” clothes with pride and we will not let stupid ignorant comments by men change that! You are beautiful regardless of what you wear or how short it is!

Ashleigh is a strong, confident and vibrant woman with the ability to take your thoughts and express them in a way you never saw possible. With strong feministic views this is the perfect start for her as a blogger on Content Reflections. 

Thank you and welcome Ashleigh!

Content Reflections

Desre's Bubble is now Content Reflections.... 

It was time for a change of pace and honestly a new look. I am expanding and recreating the original idea of my blog - it started out as a way for me to express myself and when I was told that my ideas and my expressions were helping people cope with everyday things, it was suggested to me that I collaborate with a friend to get more insights. 

Having given this a lot of thought I have decided to include a few people in my blog so that more thoughts could be added to my collection, because I'm not the only one living with depression, I am not the only person living with anxiety and everyone has their own coping methods and ways of learning to understand themselves. 

This being said, I open the floor to everyone else who would like to be featured in my blog, anyone out there with thoughts about what it's like to live with anxiety or simply what it's like living at all! Life has it's crazy up and down moments and sometimes we need to tell others how we feel but are unable to because your tongue has a way of getting twisted when you try to speak or you have a giant frog in your throat and literally can't - believe me this works just as well. 

So email me a sample of what you would put on the blog, I won't make you an author immediately but I will make sure to give you feedback and/or publish it under your name (or anonymous if you so please). 


Get those creative juices flowing lovelies :)