Mike

I think as well as knowing my strengths, it's also important to know my weaknesses. Not only do I need to admit to them as they balance me out, but it also gives me things I can work on. I'm trying not to get too bogged down in the dark side, God only knows I've spent enough time there recently but it's still part of who I am.

However, personality traits are very different to the situation and events that lead to the depression. Discovering my bisexuality is not a weakness, my wife's failure to cope is not my weakness, mental illness is not a weakness.

My inability to say no to people, on the other hand, is a personal weakness. At work I've learned to ask what a task's priority is, compared to the rest of my workload. Outside of work - we all want people to like us and if we say no to someone, they might not want to know us anymore. That's always been a problem of mine!

Public speaking scares me something terrible. Luckily it's not something I have to do very often - or ever at all, if I'm honest - I haven't since presentations in school. I get tongue-tied speaking in front of a group of people but can talk to people one-on-one without any problems at all

I can also be very stubborn.

Lately, Chris Hemsworth has become a weakness - does he count? ;)

I've been reading recently about the power of positivity, of affirmations, of mindfulness and well being and it's benefits for mental health. These are all things I'm working towards - as the Serenity Prayer goes: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference

Keep your head up and your heart open.
After being with the same woman for over 15 years and coming to the realisation that I'm bisexual, and sudden entrance into singledom, I'm not ready yet for meeting anyone else... let alone the confusion of who I'd want to be in a relationship with.

However, I trust that if I keep my head up and my heart open, good things will come into my life. I use this both figuratively and literally.

By actually keeping your head up, smiling at people as they walk by, and keeping aware of your surroundings, you may notice something or meet someone that you potentially could have missed had your head been down

Go slowly.
With everything. Eating. Talking. Taking a shower. Driving. Even having sex.

I'm noticing that when I am super-stressed out about things, I have a tendency to run around like a lunatic, doing several things at once, often having to re-track my steps because I was so distracted that I left several things out.

I found that my projects, errands, and even my conversations with people became very watered down because I was rushing just to finish.

Now, whenever I feel like I’m rushing to just get things done, I slow down my pace, take a deep breath, and take my time with whatever it is I am rushing to do.

When we slow down, we can taste all the flavors in our food and we digest our meals better. We are better communicators when we talk slower, and we become better listeners.

Be easy.
Or in other words, don’t sweat the small stuff.

I'm realising that most of the issues that are giving me anxiety are completely out of my control, and they are usually things that wouldn’t matter five years, five months or even five minutes from the time.

I'm learning to not get so worked up over the small things, stressing about matters that, in the end, really didn’t make a difference.

So, if you find yourself getting road rage from the guy that cut you off on the highway, let him be. Why get angry and stress yourself out over it? Just be easy.

Did someone on the train bump you as they walked by? Who cares? The cab is packed; it wasn’t her fault. Be easy.

I have been signed off sick by my Doctor for the last couple of months - stress and depression. I'm still struggling with identity issues, the ongoing divorce & ensuing custody battle, and losing my house. Each one of those would be a lot and as you can imagine, all of them at once is huge.

So much of it is out of my control which in and of itself is stressful. I've been working with a psychological wellbeing coach on recognising and accepting this, and focusing on what I can do something about. It's slow progress, but I'm steadily identifying areas of my life that I do have control over, working on how I want to improve them and what the steps are. Some of it so ridiculously simple and I'm kicking myself for not recognising/realising it myself and ashamed for needing helping but, as my therapist reminds me, my chemical levels in my brain are a little screwy and my brain needs coaching. She keeps reminding it's similar to breaking a leg and needing physiotherapy to restrengthen the muscles etc again.

What does the new me look like?
I will be back in work. I will have my own place to live. I will have shared custody of my son.

Other than that, who knows what the future holds for me

My name is Mike, I'm a gay 48-year-old science-fiction fan from the wilds of Wolverhampton. Metalhead, bookworm, pagan, goth, geek; this blog is going to feature my daily ramblings, as well as new music and books I discover, and the trials and tribulations of fatherhood, divorce and discovering my sexuality.

I can’t live without music and love a wide range of genres, although symphonic metal is probably my favourite. I’m a Sagittarius. I collect model rockets. I’m in Ravenclaw. I love video games, particularly classic platformers. I love horror movies, especially the vampire and slasher variety. My favorite food is grilled cheese sandwiches. I drink gratuitous amounts of really strong coffee. I’d like more tattoos. I’m a hardcore procrastinator and I hate it. I enjoy painting. I’m a pessimist, and a grumpy little storm cloud… but I’m trying to be better. I am mesmerized by the cosmos and spellbound by violin songs. I’m actually really friendly despite having 24/7 resting bitch face. I like to blog sometimes.