We’re celebrating Bring Your Pet to Work Day the best way we know how!
Bella is one of our Telephone Crisis Supporter’s dogs who visit us every Friday while her owner is on shift.
The presence of pets can substantially reduce a person’s stress level in the workplace, increase job satisfaction, team co-operation and morale, and who could say no to that face?
Heyyyy!! This is me. A bit late on the national selfie day thing, but better late than never! Here’s to realizing my passions, here’s to smiling more, here’s to not giving a f*** what other people think. I’ve been told I smile too much, or I’m always smiling. So I became super self conscious about my smile, and stopped smiling as much. I thought it was a bad thing, that people wouldn’t take me seriously or that they wouldn’t like my smile or whatever. I hated my squinty eyes, my dimples, my small mouth, and I’ve always felt like my cheeks are WAY too fat or big. But I’ve realized it’s just things that you’re born with, and every single person is different. People probably never notice those things, and we only notice them because it’s who we see in the mirror every single day. But they are not important, and probably aren’t even noticed. Nobody can change who they are or what they look like, so I decided I might as well say “f*** it”, and smile as much as my little heart desires. I choose to laugh as often as possible, because life is way too short to be sad and miserable all the time. People only put each other down because of their own self-consciousness and discomfort in their own image. Ive learned to not change for the people around you, but rather let them move on and pray that they can get over whatever it is that is bothering them. If someone or something is causing you pain or discomfort and making you question yourself and your looks, move on and try to understand where they’re coming from, and to be as nice to them as possible because they are clearly going through something. You never know someone else’s pain, and sometimes we don’t realize that and tend to hurt those we care about. Let’s all try to be nicer to each other, with compassion and understanding rather than putting each other down. We should all help make the world a better place. If you made it this far, thanks for reading and understanding. I might not be so good with words, but there’s no reason to stay silent anymore. .
WE really DO care, Mrs M.T! ~Empathy is a beautiful human feeling. Parents flee with their babies because sometimes it’s a matter of life or death, or of desperation and hope. My Serbian family was very lucky, they lived. On September the 9th, 1995, they became refugees. What is happening in the USA at the moment, absolutely breaks my heart. True story. “As the evening drew closer, the shelling eased off a little bit. My family decided to spend the night in our house instead of in the cellar. They say that at this point they were still hoping that this offensive would end very soon. Perhaps they had hoped that the Forces were shelling our village just to frighten them, as part of their fearmongering tactics. Hope, in the toughest times, is a very dangerous thing, it can make one become very complacent. Never the less, my father asked my mum to phone everyone in the village to let them know that dad had brought his lorry in, just in case.” “On the 9th of September, at the first light of dawn, the shelling intensified. This is when everyone knew that they had to flee. They had to run to save their lives. The shells were no longer falling into the neighbouring villages; they were now falling directly into our village. My parents, and all of the people there, found themselves in an unimaginable pain and disbelief. They had to save their children. They had to leave everything behind, everything that they had worked for, everything that they, themselves, had built from scratch. They had to leave their haven. There was no time to waste. My father asked my mum to try and pack as much food as she possibly could...” I didn’t see them for weeks. I got separated from them. I didn’t see my father for two months, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Empathy is a beautiful feeling. We should all practice it more. Welcome your refugees and buy them blankets, nappies, sanitary products...Please just help. #empathy#parenthood#momlife#dadlife#mum#dad#mom#refugees#life#truestory#motherhood#fatherhood#worldrefugeeday#compassion#wellness#peace#love#human#usa#mindfulness#safety#babies#children#mother#father#donate#keepfamiliestogether#writer
~Be kind; always, & be approachable.~
When I moved to the UK, seventeen years ago, to be with the love of my life, I was terrified. I had just come out of this crazy, war-torn, fragile country and almost literally peeled myself out of my parents arms when it was time to go. I cried for the first six months, after every phone call.
I think because I was so homesick, perhaps I didn’t give off very positive vibes at times.
I had had this wonderful career as a translator, trotting across Europe and partying and kissing many frogs; suddenly I was living in the UK, with this wonderful man whom I loved so much, but no job. I eventually got a job in this wonderful country pub, I worked for this lovely family who were really kind to me. I remember one day, I was sweeping the kitchen floor and these big fat tears were falling into the dust. I was sweeping floors instead of flying away on a holiday. But you make sacrifices for the greater good. I was not ashamed of my first job in the UK. It was just such a stark contrast to my previous life. I wish there were people there to help me integrate better, as an expat. When I had my babies, I wish more people were more open to chatting about parental struggles. I had PND with both of my boys and no family near me. The problem was that we didn’t have this wonderful parental support & community that we have now, on Instagram and Facebook. You lot have definitely made me less lonely and reading all your stories has helped me realise that I truly wasn’t the only one experiencing PND and crazy things we go through as parents. I want to help. If you are a lonely parent, a struggling breastfeeding mother, an expat feeling homesick, a refugee, or if you are feeling low & depressed, please get in touch. I REALLY, really want to help. I live in Salisbury, UK. If you would like to meet up for a coffee in our local Starbucks for a chat and a cake, please feel free to get in touch. Or if you just want to message me, please do. I am here for you. Vesna. #parents#love#momlife#dadlife#mumlife#mom#dad#mum#pnd#breastfeeding#wellness#kindness#empathy#expatlife#inspire#positivevibes#compassion#mindfulness#refugees