Hurt, Heartbreak and Healing?

So, like most of my posts, I think I need this one to be therapeutic. I fell in love in recent months and as the title might suggest, am now hurt, heartbroken and trying to heal.

Long story short, I met a boy, I fell for him. Hard. It ended and now we’re back to the title. When I met this guy, I thought I’d met my prince and I was done with kissing frogs. He treated me extremely well when we were together and this continued into the breakup. This would be so much easier if I could hate him but the thing is, I don’t have a bad word to say about him.

Our relationship ended a week and a bit ago and today is the first day I have had to myself, no plans, no work and lots of thoughts. I am a serious over thinker and at the moment, every time I hear a car move outside my house, I hope its him, every time I look at my phone, I hope there’s a message from him. All I want is for him to show up at my house with flowers and tell me how he made a mistake, kiss me and tell me he loves me. Unrealistic I know.

Yesterday, I went to a beach near me, the last time I was there was with him. I had a really nice evening having a barbecue on the beach with my friends and I thought it was a step forward. Coming home, I realized how much I miss him. Waking up this morning, I realized I still really miss him.

I’m a bit of a mess this evening as I write this. I have been trying to not text him all day and I know I’d only feel like an idiot telling him I miss him and I don’t want to hurt him or make him fell bad.

Does anyone care to advise me on how to move on, how not to cry and how to stop missing him all the time.

Happier post next time,

Thanks for reading,

Love always

Kathy xoxo

New year, old me?

Hey guys,

OK, so am I the only one who thinks all this new year, new me is bullshit? Controversial opinion over here, I know. 2017 was one of the hardest years of my life, and I thought the year before that was bad.. I learn a hell of a lot from my bad years. I learnt I am a stronger person than I thought I was.

This year, I want to be the best version of myself. I want to travel, I want to have experiences with my friends, I want to have to speak French and Spanish. I want to eat different foods. I don’t want to retreat to being the shell that I became.

When I was 16, I got on a plane to Brussels to go working in a kitchen where I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t fully understand the language and I didn’t really know what I was doing but I got on a bus in Cork and got off a plane in Belgium and it made me a better person (I enjoyed it so much I went back the following year again). I lost that drive for a while but this year I have so many plans.,

If have been following me for a while, you may have read me saying that I am back to being my old self. I am in some ways and in other ways, I have grown up. I have started looking at things like travelling like the old me did and that makes me really happy.

When I moved into my own house, I started the whole eating healthy and exercising regularly craic. I feel so much better after starting to cut out crap.  While living at home, I was eating due to boredom and now I’m slightly considering training for a marathon. I used to run a lot to de-stress and now I just want to push myself to do something out of the box.

I went to see The Greatest Showman last weekend and there is a song in it This is Me that has become my new anthem.. Just to let you know.

OK, not my best post (what can I say,m I write best after 10 pm and its only 7.30)

Thanks for reading,

Love always,

Kathy ❤

Bad anxiety weeks and birth control.

Hey Guys,

Ok, so December has just been a blur, I can’t believe that in two days it is going to be 2018. I started 2017 thinking that I was going to make it my year and spend the first 6 months in a really bad place. Then I spent 3 of the best months I have had in a long time living with my Grandparents and working a job I really liked.  Once I finished with that I had some time back at home where I felt lost, I didn’t know what I was going to do and felt hopeless as I wasn’t getting any of the jobs I applied for. Then it all seemed to go my way, I got given a chance and it set me up. I moved out of home and I’ve started to live the life I feel fits right for me.

Since moving out, things haven’t been all fine and dandy. In general I have loved it but a couple of weeks in, I had a bad anxiety week. I had a week where no matter what, I couldn’t cheer myself up. I was sluggish, I had no motivation and I cried at EVERYTHING. On the Sunday evening, my parents dropped me back into my house after being back at home for the weekend, I went up to my bedroom and BURST into tears. I had no reason to be crying and I knew that as I sat there sobbing to myself.. Another instance during the week, the guy I was seeing left to go home and as I closed the door behind him I again, burst into tears and again, it was for no reason.

Guys, don’t tune out, keep reading because I’m fairly sure I’m not the only chick who’s ended up in this situation. I started taking birth control pills in January or February last year when I was in a sort of relationship and this girl is not ready for a baby so I was looking out for myself. I hated it for the first month because I was a hormonal, nasty bitch and that isn’t who I am. I started getting on alright with it so kept taking it. It got to the stage after the summer when I didn’t need to be taking it anymore, in addition to me being absolutely dismal at taking it and forgetting days towards the end.  Anyway, when I started seeing the aforementioned guy, I decided to start taking it, I had a months supply left over.

I found it interesting that my bad anxiety week coincided with the week I went back on the pill. In woke up one morning and looked at my pills and it was like a light-bulb going off in my brain, I put my extreme emotions down to the hormone differences I had been putting into my body. Stopping suddenly had its own challenges as my body was a bot confused but all seems to be going well.. 😛 I just thought it was worth mentioning just in case anyone else has experienced something similar and is unsure of why, this is my understanding… I should point out at this point I am not a doctor nor have any medical training 😛

Ok enough of the heavy stuff, it is currently 1.15am and I need to sleep! I’ll be on again in a few days to write again (seriously can’t spell that word tonight!!)

Belated Happy Christmas to all those who celebrate it.

Thanks for reading,

Love always,

Kathy ❤

This post was also written while listing to Defying Gravity, originally from the musical Wicked but this version is by the extremely talented Lea Michele in Glee.

Mental health and self harm

Hi Guys,

Happy Black Friday, we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in Ireland so black Friday it is..

This post is a more serious one for me, I have always been honest when writing here but this one is something that means a lot to me.

This evening, while eating dinner with my family, the theme of self harming came up in conversation when my brother happened to mention a girl who he recognizes from working in a shop where he buys his x-box games. He commented on the fact that her arms are covered with self harm scars and he labeled them as ‘disgusting’. My brother has dealt with his own shit so I was shocked to hear this description from him.

Immediately, I jumped to the defense of this girl, who I don’t know and probably wouldn’t know if she passed me in the street. My argument was that this girl has obviously struggled. She wouldn’t have given herself those scars for no reason and I think she should be applauded for being brave enough to expose them.  Both my parents agreed with my brother saying that her scars should be covered, that they felt like she should present herself in a professional manner and that they felt offended by the scars. The shop in which she works, isn’t somewhere people dress professionally, usually the staff wear a t-shirt and jeans, have exposed tattoos and could have multi-colored hair. It is what it is and this girl was most likely wearing her work uniform.

As some of you may or may not know, I was diagnosed with anxiety earlier this year and my doctor sent me to see a therapist as she was worried about my mental health. I spent the entire time with the therapist bawling my eyes out. My anxiety was largely college related and it took a hell of a lot out of me. I am where I am now due to taking myself out of that situation.   According to my mum, I have a sparkle back in my eye and a buzz around me. I am happy. I, like anyone will have my bad days, when all I want to do is cry but I am a whole lot better than where I was this time a year ago.

When I was at my worst, I went to bed not wanting to wake up the following morning. I pulled apart a razor blade with my bare hands in the hopes of providing myself with some relief. I used a needle and a lighter to burn myself in an attempt to feel something other than the overwhelming numbness that was my life. I told no one. My friends didn’t know what was happening inside my head, neither did my family or the guy I was seeing at the time. Most people still don’t know. When talking to my Mum about not going back to college I mentioned that I had been so miserable I was self harming but I don’t think it registered. I have scars. They may not be slits up and down my arms like the poor girl working in the shop but there are there none the less.

After being in a situation where I felt trapped, I can never judge anyone else for the decisions they make while suffering from a mental illness and it upsets me that my parents would. There has been enough judgement passed on people who suffer with their mental health and I think it is time to stop and for people who haven’t experienced that desperation to comment and say its attention seeking is insulting.

Ok so this post was heavy-duty. I’m gonna go shower and cry now.

If you have ever felt like you need to self harm, please, don’t. Reach out to someone instead. I wish I had.

If you have ever self harmed, know that you are a strong and amazing person and your scars and marks make you a better person who has faced the worst times and come out the other side even stronger.

If you have ever judged someone for marring their skin, I hope this post will make you think.

Thanks for reading,

Love always,

Kathy ❤

Growing up and adulting

Hey guys,

Been a while.. I am actually blown away with the amount of attention my blog has gotten in recent weeks. I haven’t been writing but my views are us so thank you to everyone who stops here for a read 🙂

So my life has been insane for the last few weeks. As some of you might know, I have been looking for a job. I had reached a point where I just really needed something so I decided that it was time to apply for any job to keep me going until the job I wanted came along. Which brings me to one Thursday a couple of weeks ago when I decided to go into Cork city and paper the city with my CV’s. As soon as I got home from this, I got a call from a recruitment agency asking if they could talk to me about a customer service role within a call center. It wasn’t the job I wanted but it was still something that sounded somewhat interesting. Following that phone call, I had an interview the following week. A little while later, I got another phone call from a clothes shop asking if I could come in the following day for another interview. Of course I was delighted at the prospect of having two potential jobs. As I was going out the door that Thursday, I got a call from a Hotel in Killarney asking me to come into them for yet another interview. As you can imagine, at this stage I was a bit stressed about all the interviews. Fast forward a few days and following a couple of disappointing interviews, I had the one for the call center, half an hour after that I was offered a job asking me to start the following day. I immediately accepted and was over the moon! When I got home that evening, I received a phone call from the manager of a company who I had handed my CV into for a totally different role. She was impressed by my CV and asked me to come in the following evening for an interview.

So to try straighten out the timeline and the days, on Wednesday, I had the interview for the call center, got the job and received a phone call for the other position. The job I had been rung about was me summed up. On Thursday, I had my first day of training in the call center and after work went straight to the other place for my interview. On Friday, I got a phonecall during my lunch asking me if I wanted the job I had interviewed for the evening before. I accepted it and now work there.

The company I work for are suppliers of hair and beauty products to salons and individuals all throughout the country. I am more or less a PA and I love my job!!! In addition to getting my new job, I also have a new house!! Finally growing up! This weekend is my moving weekend, which explains why I am sitting in bed at 14.20 writing this blog.. I am moving into a shared house in Cork City, literally 5 mins away from my job.

I am so terrified to move out and so excited at the same time. I get on well with my family most of the time but there are members of my family I get on better with from a distance.. This is something I need to do for me. I’m not expecting it to be easy and I know I will probably have a meltdown when my Mum drops me off but this is me, growing up and starting to live my own life! I can’t wait to start shopping for my new house.. Someone is going to need to keep me out of Home Sense 🙂

Anyway, I know this might not be the most interesting post.. I have a cold and am feeling kinda miserable..  Now that I’m going to have more routine back in my life, I hope to write more and to be more interesting 😛

Thanks for reading,


Kathy ❤

Why Tralee is AMAZING

Hi guys,

OK so I just wrote a post but I’m sitting here in bed with a damaged hamstring and sleep is nowhere near and I’ve Kelly Clarkson on Spotify to  keep my company… ANYWAY, I decided to let you all in on a few secrets as to why Tralee is the best place in Kerry and why it will always have a special place in my heart!

So if you have read my summer blogs, you will know that I lived with my Grandparents in Tralee for the summer (If you haven’t read them, you should be ashamed and go back and read them IMMEDIATELY after finishing this post xoxo). So during my summer, I experienced the best of Tralee.

  1. The Food
    There are two places in Tralee that I would absolutely, 100% insist on that people visit. The first one is a daytime restaurant/ café, open between 9 am and 6 pm every day. locally it has the reputation of being the ‘burritos place’ but it does soo much more! DISH (the name of the restaurant) does amazing coffee, I called in there every morning on the way to work to get my morning dose of caffeine and honestly it couldn’t have been better! In addition to amazing coffee and burritos, they make  and serve dishes varying from Bacon and Cabbage (an Irish staple) to Nachos to Lasagna to quesadillas. The owner is in fact from Tralee, not Mexico despite what his menu may suggest and he will frequently be the smiling face behind the counter when you first go in. Dish also offer an amazing range of gluten-free options that actually taste good as opposed to the cardboard that you can be served in some places.
    The second place is a French bistro called Chez Christophe. This place is where I went to celebrate my 21st birthday! The food is to die for! It would be more expensive than Dish but worth every penny. If you are looking for somewhere nice to go for an evening meal in Tralee, Chez Christophe is where to go. My suggestion: Have the cassolette of prawns and crab claws!
    Dish: Russel Street, Tralee, Co. Kerry (across the road from the Bróg). 0667185544

    Chez Christophe: 6 Courthouse Lane, Tralee (Soon to be 11 Courthouse Lane) 0667181562.

  2. The Beaches
    So once again if you have been following me for a while, you will know that the beach is my happy place. There are two main beaches for me that I want to tell you about, the first is Fenit. Fenit is  famous for being a harbour and also being a blue flag beach, meaning that a beach, marina or sustainable boating tourism operator meets its stringent standards. Fenit also has a lighthouse that looks really pretty (trust me, I have it as the lock screen on my phone :P)
    Banna Strand is a historically famous beach in Irish history, particularly in relation to the 1916 Rising. Roger Casement who was involved in arms trafficking during the  rebellion, was arrested on Banna Strand as he was landing weapons from a German U-boat for the Rebellion. (Sorry trying not to go too deep into the history of it..)  In addition to being historic, its my happy place. Whenever I was having a bad day or needed to clear my head, Banna is where I would go. Walks there and swims there made everything seem ok. I have some great memories from this summer based in Banna.


4. The Rose of Tralee

So the Rose of Tralee is an international festival that is held in Tralee (duhh..) every year that celebrates women. The women come from all over the world to celebrate their Irish heritage. The festival also brings with it street entertainment, carnival, live concerts, theatre, circus, markets, fun fair, fireworks and Rose Parades. For the local people my age, the festival is an excuse to go out on school nights and have a bit of fun! 😛 So Kathy did as Kathy does and made some questionable decisions over the course of the festival.. My aunt even made me go out two nights in a row 😛 This was my first year being in Tralee for the festival and it was one of the best weekends all summer.



So I hope you now realize why this small town in Kerry means so much to me. It is close to both Dingle and Killarney for day trips (and more reasonable accommodation). A friend of mine told me ‘Tralee would be a great town if it wasn’t in Kerry’, to which I disagree, Tralee is a great town because it’s in Kerry.

Ok, write soon,

Thanks for reading,

Love always,

Kathy ❤

Staying active is key

OK, so apparently I’m really good at writing posts a month apart. I haven’t written sooner  because there has been nothing exciting happening in my life for the last month. Brief update, I finished my contract for the summer on the 18th of August and have been looking for jobs since. People keep asking me hoe the job hunt is going, my answer, it’s killing me slowly.. I have never been the most patient of people and  I like to be doing something, otherwise I get cabin fever..  So in my attempt to combat this, I have started to be active.

So I don’t want to mislead you with the title of this post, I am absolutely no expert when it comes to exercise.. But I’m gonna pretend I know what I’m talking about.. OK?!? 😛 So since moving back home, I don’t leave the house all too much because there is actually very little to do around here. One thing I have starter though, is rowing. I don’t know if I mentioned this in my last post, probably not but I’m not gonna check till after I’m done writing 🙂 I started rowing when I was 16 and not to sound up my own ass, I was good at it. I ended up stopping because life did what it does and got in the way. I am far from a jock and tend to be really bad at team sports, especially ones that involve balls.. I even managed to give myself a black-eye playing badminton. For a few years I went through phases of going to the gym and running but to be 100% honest (because that is exactly what this blog is about) I haven’t been in as good shape since I was 16 and this girl wants that figure back!

When I moved home after my summer of adventures, my sister decided that she wanted to start rowing so I said I’d go too for emotional support. There are times when I’m dragged kicking and screaming (not literally, I’m not 5) out of the house and there are times when I am the only one out of the three of us (We also have a Spanish student living with us who has started rowing too) who get their ass out of bed and put myself through two hours of pure torture.. I have found that the exercise has helped me. I might not be showing any signs of toning up and what-not but I know I will. I enjoy going to the gym and pushing myself and my sister. (she loves it…) On the days when I’m not rowing, there is a walk along the lake where I row that is almost 6 km long that I like to do with my mum. I have always been close to her but I think the walk gives us something to do together which is nice. Last weekend I did the walk along with my mum and best friend and my mum told us the story of her and my dads relationship, from the very start. Yeah I’d heard it before but in bits, it was really special to hear it from start to finish.

Ok, I think I have babbled on for long enough.

Will write again soon (with actual interesting content…)

Thanks for reading,

Love always, Kathy ❤

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