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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.

I’ve been at some low points in my life, but the past few weeks took me to a place I haven’t seen in a long time.

This morning, I walked into the local village hall and, for the first time in thirty years, sat down for a Sunday church service.

There were three months last year that, on the surface, looked like something out of a soft-focus film.

I’ve always believed in free speech. Always. It’s a cornerstone of any decent society — the right to speak your mind, challenge the status quo, ask difficult questions, and have your say. But yesterday… yesterday tested my patience with that principle.

There’s a certain kind of fear that comes with putting yourself out there.

I’ve been circling this truth for a long time, and it’s time to stop pretending I don’t see it.

Yesterday I tackled my first ever live football commentary, and somehow it was a success despite a few chaotic moments. No major disasters, no dead air, just a lot of nerves, a lot of heart, and one very relieved commentator.

I’ve got a problem: I’m terrible at saying “no.”

From a single Saturday slot to launching an entire radio station — it’s been a wild ride. I never planned on a career in radio, but somehow I ended up managing one station and founding another. Here’s how I went from bleary-eyed breakfast shows (never again) to building something brilliant in the heart of Overton.