Author name: Rob

Some people rush from one relationship into the next and call it healing. This post reflects on why that irritates me, what falling apart taught me, and why taking time alone might be the only way forward.

A birthday rolls round, but this one feels different. Last year’s chaos is out of the frame, and a calmer, steadier version of me steps in.

I can finally share something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I’m launching my own specialist music show in the New Year, and it’s called The Eighties Playback.

I wish I’d had the guts to tell someone I loved them. I didn’t. And now it’s too late.

Well, that’s it. I’ve done the unthinkable. I’ve deleted Tinder. The app’s gone – no more swiping, no more polite small talk that dies halfway through, and no more “Hey stranger” messages from people who ghosted me three weeks ago.

Today is World Mental Health Day, a day to shine a light on something that affects every one of us in one way or another-our mental wellbeing. For me, this past year has been nothing short of brutal. I found myself caught in a whirlwind of challenges that tested every ounce of my strength. I

The age-old question: is it worth risking a friendship to see if there’s something more?

Lately, life seems to be settling into a rhythm that actually feels good. I’m still waiting to hear back from the doctors about my ongoing exhaustion, and that uncertainty can be exhausting in itself.

It’s a strange old feeling when your head finally starts to feel lighter, but your body still insists on playing the world’s longest soap opera.

New meds, new mindset, same knackered body. But progress is progress. A brutally honest update on mental health, meds, and learning to celebrate the small wins.