Site Update

Posted on January 15th, 2011

Well, this is a kind of farewell to this site, which has been my pride and joy over the last year. There have been 165 posts on this blog since December 2009, and I am humbled by all of the comments, support and encouragement.

In many ways, I first started the project as a means of expressing the sentiments that I was unable to speak in the weeks and months after Danielle’s death in November of that year. It has been populated with posts covering a diverse range of topics dealing with bereavement, ‘life-coaching’, depression and of course my passion, sport.

I wanted, in the late part of last year to separate the various topics for clearer navigation. This site will remain live with ALL POSTS still available for perusal.

However, some of my favourite posts have been exported to join forthcoming new content at my 2 new sites:-

He Tore A Hamstring (http://hetoreahamstring.co.uk) – My blog covering sports
The Decadent Genius (http://rohankallicharan.co.uk) – My personal blog

I truly hope that you will enjoy both sites. I am always happy for guest contributors, so if you would like to be involved please feel free to contact me via email or Twitter.

I have met some amazing people through this forum and look forward to doing so with the 2 new sites.

Thanks and a very temporary au-revoir!

Ro

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A Little Wobble, And Love Actually!

Posted on December 22nd, 2010

It is fair to say that I had a ‘wobble’ last night, something which was always predictable over the holiday period, and which is now hopefully passed allowing the opportunity to enjoy the special Holiday Season ahead.

I am unsure as to whether I would describe it as fate or irony. I had a long chat with Dani’s dad yesterday, and also wrote about her for the first time in some weeks, relating my own most special Christmas memory. That build up of memories was likely to evoke memories and emotions.

However, last night was a night for celebration, one spent with a truly fabulous group of people celebrating the 30th Birthday of one of my closest friends. The topic of conversation did turn to Dani on occasion, and I was adamant in saying that 2011 is the year in which I have a strong desire to continue rebuilding my life, and to move on to the next chapter.

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This is a sentiment that remains strong today, although last night’s tears also indicate that I must remain aware of the potential, in fact likelihood, for difficult moments. I am not really sure of how we go about meeting people in this day and age, it has been so long. Moreover, I owe it to anyone I meet to ensure that they never feel as if they are a replacement or ‘stand-in’ in any shape or form.

In some respects, I see every set of tears as a positive, as they actually always seem to come on the back of good times with those close around me. The arousal of emotions is often attributable to the fact that I have simply wished that Dani had shared them with me. However, each ‘wobble’ indicates another small area in which I have moved on.

Christmas has always been a special time of year for me. After all, I am no more than an overgrown kid in an adult’s body, who carries out his adult responsibilities before finding some mischief in which to involve myself!

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For me, I have no greater pleasure than seeing joy and wonder in those around me, and the festive period has always been one for giving and for being around family.

This Christmas, to all intents, marks our first Christmas without Dani. Last year, Christmas came a mere five weeks after her passing, so it barely registered. There will be moments of reflection and no doubt the odd tear, but I suspect that we will succeed in our aim of enjoying it as best as possible.

There seems to be something just a bit special about the festive season this year. The snow on the trees, spending time amongst the best group of people that I could wish to know, and sharing experiences with some great new friends on Twitter.

Christmas means something different to us all, and for so many juxtaposes great joy with more sombre reflection. I wish and trust that all of you will have a very happy and rewarding time with those that you love most.

… and of course watch Love Actually!!

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What Christmas Means To Me

Posted on December 21st, 2010

I first wrote excerpts of this post some 12 months ago in the days leading up to Christmas 2009. At that stage, grief was still very raw, barely 4 weeks since the passing of my dear fiancée Danielle. However, even now, so much of it rings true when I think of Christmas and what it means to me.

Danielle always despaired of my ‘bah humbug’ approach to Christmas … to be fair she despaired of me in general, a point to which many of our friends would attest. However, she knew that my flippant nature merely covered up the ‘big kid’ who could not wait for Christmas ‘Iveevy’ (Translated as Christmas Eve-Eve or simply December 23), Christmas Eve, and Chrimbo Morning itself. I simply enjoy being the devil’s advocate, before donning my Santa Hat and singing horribly out of tune to anyone who will listen.

We often wonder about the meaning of Christmas … turkey, presents, gifts, partying, Jesus? Who knows? I suspect that it has a slightly different meaning for all of us. However, the one thing that we all share is a need if only for once in the year to show our loved ones how much we care. I have oft wondered why it takes the cold of December and a few days of work to actually do this … having said that, Dani always said I asked too many questions!

This would not have been our first Christmas together, but our first and penultimate as an engaged couple. The most special Christmas memory of my life was with Dani on December 24, 2004. We were in HMV on Manchester King St at 8.30am, sorting out a few last minute gifts before I went to work and she jumped on a train to London. I would, likewise, head on a train to Birmingham once I shut the store of which I was manager, at around 3pm, and took my staff for a drink.

Having exchanged our Christmas presents before going home to our respective families, we approached the till. There was a middle aged guy at the till, certainly not someone in straight off the street but one who looked worn by care and ravaged by the cold. As it turned out, he was buying a CD for his young daughter. The label said £6, but the till said £13.

He obviously did not have enough to purchase it, but without prompting and after breaking the proud argument of this lovely chap, Dani gave the shop assistant the extra money. This was a typical gesture from Dani which moved this gentleman to tears, and to the point where he still sent her a Christmas Card last year.

He was very shocked when I told him of Dani’s passing. It transpired that he was in his late forties, separated from his wife, with an 11 year-old girl. Depression and gambling had destroyed everything for him. I received a card from him yesterday, and I hope he has by now received mine. I am very pleased to report that he is back in work and with his family, testament to hard work, humility and character.

This brings me back to the original question … the meaning of Christmas? If we remove the theological aspect, it is about family and friends, but always in my opinion a time for remembering those less fortunate. I will, as usual, take whatever small items that I can to the homeless shelter over these coming days. Christmas means so much to so many, yet to me it is a time of giving rather than receiving, a time when the best gift I can receive is a smile on the faces of my loved ones.

Can I laugh or celebrate this Christmas? I have no idea, but I will do my utmost. Last Christmas was so very soon after Dani’s passing that it passed by in shock, so in some respects this is my first without her in the cold light of day.

However, I have a responsibility to Dani’s memory, and equally importantly to my family and friends to make the very best of it that I can. Besides, I am lucky enough to be surrounded by some very special people. I am genuinely and truly looking forward to it.

With this in mind, Happy Holidays to all. Be blessed, happy and cherish every moment.

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A Life In Photos

Posted on December 20th, 2010

I felt like posting something slightly different today, and Christmas is certainly a time for warm memories and nostalgia. Furthermore, I came across some old scans that I had not processed as yet.

As a result, and to answer the questions of those who have asked what I was like as a youngster, I present a pictorial recollection of life!

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About 5 minute old – 1st June 1974
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1977 I think, with dad, Rohan Kanhai & his son Russell

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Dad batting in the 1975 World Cup Final at Lord’s

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Aged 3 at the Gabba, Queensland – Mum on the left

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With my beloved Gramps back home in Guyana, aged about 2

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Dad, 2nd from left at the front after we beat England in the 1979 World Cup Final

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Aged 2-3, my first & only car!
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At Bournville Cricket Club with mum & dad

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With dad at The Oval before the 5th Test – 1980

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Aged about 7 with Paul Amiss under the tutelage of coach Billy Ibadulla

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Solihull School 1st XI, 1991

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Warwickshire U19 at the National Festival, 1993

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6th Form Ball, December 1991 – what a motley crew!

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Travelling – Niagara in 1994
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Uni trip to Amsterdam 1994 – this was the way over as still sober!

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I was a kick-returner & backup Receiver for the Southampton Stags 1992-4

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Relaxing at home in Berbice, Guyana – April 1995
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Circa 1993 with a man who remains one of my very best friends, Stevie Russell

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Chilling with Daf in Halls during 1994
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After Great North Run 2008

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New Year’s Eve 2003/4 – I lost a bet!!

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Dani at Lord’s 2009 – already thinking about Oz!

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Last Summer after the birth of Dani’s nephew, Kieron

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December 2007 with one of my oldest friends, Guy

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An impressive tan during 2003
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31st May 2008 – one of my dearest friends, Louisa

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May 26 2009 – Cricket still a big part of my life, at Edgbaston with the Soca Prince, Martin Jay

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August 2009 with Sir Ian Botham
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August 2009 with Big Merv Hughes at Edgbaston

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Acorns Santa Run – December 2008
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T20 Finals Day at Edgbaston, August 2009

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Celebrating our engagement – Dani unfortunately behind the camera! July 2009

Above are a lifetime of memories, hopefully with many to be added. So many people shape those recollections so vividly, and they are all precious. At this time of year are those wonderful moments that we spend with our loved ones. I pray that all of you cherish every second of these next few weeks.

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A Year In 161 Posts: The Best Of He Tore A Hamstring

Posted on December 17th, 2010

I cannot believe that Sunday will mark a year since the launch of this site. In that time, I have most probably veered between the obsessed and the disinterested with alarming alacrity!!

When I initially setup the site, there was no doubt that I saw it as a means of healing, an avenue for me to express the feelings that I was simply unable to physically speak in the months after losing Danielle.

It has served that purpose and continues to do so. More humbling has been the incredible friendship and support that I have received from so many people who have stopped at my little online home.

The subject matter is varied, and I am sure that many of you are by now more than aware of my passion for sport. Having said that, I have found myself writing about areas of life which are so much more important, subjects which have often been personal but delicate to so many.

I am humbled by the many positive comments that I have received, many via Twitter, and others on the respective blog posts. I am told that I have at times inspired and lifted people – I would never presume the ability to do such, but if my work helps just one person to smile, laugh or reflect, it becomes so very worthwhile.

The site has seen no fewer than 161 posts written over this last 363 days, a ratio which surprises me even in illustrating my commitment to boring the masses! What I recently did was charge a small group of regular readers and contributors, myself included, with selecting their favourites from our first year.

They were as follows:-

Help, Sometimes The Hardest Four Letter Word (October 10, 2010)
Deeds, Porcelain, Poles and Strikes … (February 27, 2010)
If Only Indeed, But Nothing Changes (October 27, 2010)
Welcome To The Twitter Arms (September 20, 2010 by Ian Knight)
Love, Joy & Sorrow (May 10, 2010 by Jess Payne)
Never Leave Words Unspoken (November 16, 2010)
Enjoy Today Before It Becomes Yesterday (September 22, 2010)
The Six Nations … The Girlie Perspective! (February 2, 2010 by Jess Payne)
Precarious Present, Glorious Past. Meet The Mighty West Indies (June 29, 2010)
Constants And Transients (April 10, 2010 by TraceyLouise)

I was surprised and delighted by some of the choices. What they all have in common is the genuine passion of the people who have kindly written them. I must take the time to thank TraceyLouise, Jess and Ian for their wonderful submissions.

They also share the ability to make people laugh out loud or cry. I write very much with my heart on my sleeve and that is reflected in the site’s content.

Again, thank you all for your support. I cannot wait for the year ahead.

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The Random Questions Of Life

Posted on December 16th, 2010

Many have noticed a somewhat extended period of inactivity during the last month. Indeed, other than my ongoing Advent Calendar of sorts, I have not posted to the site for some three weeks, which has been pretty unheard of given my love of writing and interacting via this medium.

I have not been short of things to write, but it is probably fair to say that I tend to write with much emotion and with my heart on my sleeve, and quite frankly, November left me bereft of such emotion.

However, the mind does not stop working overtime, and mine has been wandering somewhat randomly in recent days, much to my amusement, although what that says about my sense of humour I cannot tell!

I have long thought about having a ‘Question of the Day’ section within the site, such is the sometimes unsystematic process of my thought, so tonight I decided to ask myself, and you of course, the answers to some of the more perfunctory questions that I have asked over time. All answers can of course be sent on a stamped addressed postcard or a Tweet!!

1. Exactly what was Willis talking about?

2. What will she actually look like with a chimney on her? And why are they putting a chimney on her in the first place?

3. What happens to Red Wine if it can’t breathe … and what makes white wine different?

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4. How do you call in sick if you’ve got laryngitis?

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5. Why is it that we invest our money with someone called a ‘broker’?

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6. If something goes without saying, why is it that we still need to say it?

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7. If he knows if you’ve been sleeping or awake, how does Santa judge insomniacs?

8. What kind of nutshell are we talking about when we describe life?

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9. What was the best thing before sliced bread?

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10. With Christmas in mind, what is it about gift-wrapping that makes it so uniquely easier to one gender from the other?

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I cannot imagine that my life will be any the better for knowing the answer to any of these questions! You may share some of them and may have seen a couple of them before … most of them are Ro originals but I had to find a few to bump us up to 10 … which brings me to the question of why everything in life has to be a round number??

As I said … questions on a Tweet, Postcard or very philosophical Comment below!

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The Time For Talk Is Over

Posted on November 24th, 2010

Thankfully, the time for talking is almost complete. Since August 24, 2009, the day after England regained The Ashes by defeating Australia at The Oval, the media and the public have built up this series to previously unseen levels of hype, regardless of the fact that these sides are currently ranked numbers four and five in the ICC rankings.

Make no mistake, this battle counts above all others for these two nations, and as a neutral, I cannot wait for battle to commence tomorrow morning. Whilst many are predicting that England merely have to turn up, I subscribe to the theory that this will be a closely and aggressively fought series between two teams that will not give an inch. Form and confidence may indeed favour the Mother Country, but it might also be foolhardy to bet against a nation which has lost only two series on home soil during the last twenty years.

Both sides will be aware of the unique pressures of Ashes Cricket, with 19 survivors from that last Ashes clash, in addition to Kevin Pietersen who was injured. What that indicates to me is that neither side has evolved or changed drastically in the fifteen months since that series ended and hence this will be another series decided by which side wins the key moments.

Predictions are that The Gabba will provide assistance for the quicker bowlers in this eagerly anticipated First Test. Spring has been wetter than usual in Queensland, and humid, overcast conditions have been forecast. Sri Lanka were dismissed for 115 in a recent ODI, and Queensland for 75 and 96 in a recent Sheffield Shield Contest.

I expect the Test Match pitch to provide a good surface, but to provide assistance to the seamers, although I doubt that either of the captains will follow Nasser Hussain‘s 2002/3 precedent of inserting the opposition. It may just be a good toss to lose.

Much has been made of the Kookaburra ball, and how effectively England’s bowlers will be able to use it during the series. Early indications from the warm-up matches suggest that they will be just fine. Although much maligned in the press, Australia’s seam attack has shown that they can take 20 wickets in a match, not least during the 2009 tour of England. This area, ultimately, is where the series will be won and lost given that you will rarely win test matches unless you can bowl out the opposition twice. I genuinely believe that the seam attacks are very evenly balanced in Australian conditions, but England have a marked advantage in the spin bowling department.

Graeme Swann has shown himself to be one of the world’s premier spin bowlers at this current time, and Andrew Strauss is fortunate that he will be able to use him both as an attacking and controlling option in this series. He also bowls very well to left-handers which is why I am further surprised that the Australians have not broken up the middle order pairing of Marcus North and Mike Hussey.

There are two other areas that I expect to be absolutely key to this series – the wicket-keepers and the middle orders. Neither side has batted with any consistency during the last twelve months, and both bowling units will fancy their chances of getting in amongst the top order batsmen. If this happens, Collingwood and Bell will become crucial to England, as will North and Clarke to Australia. In this key area, form and fitness mitigating, I would certainly give the edge to the England pair.

For similar reasons, the keepers will be crucial, with both expected to score runs and bat with the tail, in addition to their glove duties. Both have shown themselves able to perform this role, and whilst Brad Haddin may be the better glove man, I would again give England the advantage in this area in the form of Matt Prior.

Andrew Strauss has developed a very confident and effective unit, whilst Ricky Ponting has to galvanise his troops after their recent series defeat in India, and in the face of much media criticism. Both men also have to perform with the bat and will be key to their team’s success. Both have capable support in the likes of  the underrated Shane Watson, and the able but more recently inconsistent Kevin Pietersen, but both know that they can set the tone for their respective sides.

My personal opinion is that England hold the edge in a number of key areas, and that should give them great confidence going into the series. However, their seam attack will still have to prove their ability to bowl the Australians out twice with the Kookaburra in these conditions.

I said several months ago that I expected England to regain the Ashes after a drawn series. I am not so sure now as I can see either side sneaking it 2-1. The reasons that these sides are ranked four and five are the fact that they are both capable of displaying inconsistency and of producing the odd woeful session mixed in with the brilliant. That, above all, makes this series so very unpredictable but might ensure another Ashes classic.

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A Fight That WILL Be Won

Posted on November 23rd, 2010

There is so much said and written about depression, much of which is very helpful and positive, but some of which borders on ignorant and contemptible. I have, myself, spoken of symptoms, treatments and staid attitudes, and have made specific reference to recognition of trigger points, those likely to disruptively influence our lives.

The medical specialists talk of relapse and recurrence, and in my opinion foolhardily speak of increased risk of recurrence between each episode. Reading their negative literature must have a truly shattering effect on someone who has maybe experienced three bouts of depression, and is now told that they have a 90% chance of recurrence. An excellent way for the specialists and self-help coaches to provide hope and optimism for patients!

For anyone recovering from depression, stress and fear is inevitable, much as it is for all of us. The most important aspect is the awareness and recognition of symptom and the aforementioned triggers. I know mine only too well, even four years after full recovery.

On an innocent and surface level, I am eating more junk and smoking more than usual. On a deeper level, I am craving isolation, am constantly exhausted despite being seemingly able to fall asleep at any given time, and am prone to mood swings and bouts of anger.

However, having been here before, I am not afraid or deeply concerned. I am aware that I am suffering a recurrence of depression and that I need to seek help within and from others, but I am not about to sit back and allow it to have the impact that it once did on my life.

I suffered from depression for ten years, and eventually beating it stands out as one of my biggest achievements. I also know that it was those around me who endured the real pain as I was so often numb to what was going on in my life. This will not happen again. I beat it once and its appearance now is a mere disturbance. I compare this fight to that between Audrey Harrison and David Haye – it is one that I simply will not and cannot lose.

The symptoms now appear more as a warning beacon, a sign that all is not well and that I need to take precautionary action. I now have the tools to deal with these symptoms, whereas once they simply initiated a vicious circle which would twice leave me hospitalised and fighting for my life.

In hindsight, there was always a chance that this would happen in the months after the death of my fiancée last November, and whilst I may have been fighting the underlying symptoms, last week’s first anniversary simply put that loss into stark reality.

I always felt that I was able to recover only from depression when I finally realised the symptoms and the potential damage they were causing, in addition to having the strength and desire to recover. On this occasion, all of the above are in place from day one. I am not being presumptuous or brazen in my thoughts, just optimistic based on having previously stood on this precipice but in total darkness.

Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will ~ Mohandas Gandhi

I have a will that will not be broken. I have travelled too far to turn back at the first sign of trouble.

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Never Leave Words Unspoken

Posted on November 16th, 2010

As a keen mathematician at school, there was precious room for any notions of ambiguity. Quite simply, whatever the combination of x and y, there had to be a conclusive answer at the end of it. Ironic then it is that I would end up a first class honours graduate of Cultural Theory, for I have always craved definition as opposed to supposition.

Furthermore, it has never been enough to solely have an answer. I have always had to know why, which would perhaps explain a career in recruitment, a job underpinned by questions and investigation. It would also explain my love of a certain poem by Lord Tennyson, namely The Charge of the Light Brigade. Oh how often I was reprimanded as a youth with the phrase,

Yours is not to question why.

Things, however, have changed markedly in the last 363 days. For me there was always an answer first, but then a theory and logic behind it. Now, quite contrarily, I believe that there are numerous events and facets of life which allow no question. Some are simply pre-ordained, others are just life’s nature.

As I look across the city of Birmingham, it is another cold November night. The lights are the same, the buildings are the same, the view is the same as it was on Monday 16 November, a year ago today. However, nothing is the same. My life could be no more different now from then, although I qualify this by saying that many of the changes have been positive.

Moreover, there are infinite questions unanswered, but until the day that I meet my maker they will remain so. These questions range from the scientific through the philosophical and theological, right to the natural epicentre, the self-centred. Why me?

Truth be told, that is a question that has been rare in my thought process. What gives me the right to question death and destiny? What gives me the right to feel sorry for myself when others go through worse suffering on a daily basis?

If I speak of positive changes in my life, it refers to that ability to be more aware of others and minimally focused on myself. I look after myself and try to be the best that I can be, but nothing in my life is taken for granted. Most importantly, I refuse to waste time being upset at the things that I do not have, for it is an insult to those who have much less.

Of course, the questions do not end there. There are so many things about the morning of Wednesday 18 November, 2009, that I long to know but never will in this life. It was that morning that my friends and I lost the shining light in our lives, my fiancée Danielle.

The cause of death was asphyxia. Nothing sinister, nothing deliberate, just accidental choking, her airways blocked in her sleep by a tablet taken as she went to bed, a tablet that she would never swallow completely.

I will never know whether she was awake, whether she was in pain, whether she was aware of anything that was happening. Was she helpless, what might she have been thinking, all answers that I will never have. Maybe this says much about why defined answers are no longer my perpetual goal.

There is nobody alive that can give me these answers, and there is nothing to be gained from a life spent asking for the impossible. I have had to accept that this was the act of a higher force, whether it be nature or God’s will, and nothing can change it or bring to it any reason.

If I could change anything, it would be our final conversation, which presents me maybe with my biggest ‘why’. I still have the telephone bill, not out of any form of posterity, simply because I hoard records and paperwork.

I remember staring at it once wondering why it was a free call to Australia. Of course it was, it was still a call to Dani’s UK mobile number meaning that I was simply charged my free minutes to a UK mobile, whilst the excess was charged to her bill.

2253 on 16 November, 2009, just seven minutes short of a year as I write. The call lasted for some nine minutes and eighteen seconds, that I often recall vividly. It was pretty much a one way conversation in which Dani reminded me of all the things that I had still not arranged for the wedding venue, and then wished me good luck for an important meeting the following day.

I always told her how much I loved her, and in my heart I know that she knew. My friends certainly seem to have known and are always quick to remind me. However, I will always ask myself exactly WHY I did not tell her on that last night. Her last words to me were exactly that, ‘I love you’. My response,

I know you do, have a good day, I’ll ring on Wednesday.

I have done many things in my life of which I am not proud, but mistakes from which I have eventually learnt in maturity. This does not compare, yet if there was a single moment in my life which I would choose to revisit, it would be then.

Those who have been bereaved will probably admit that the source of the most unbearable pain is not always the loss, but the regret of those things that were left unsaid. I have often added to those unanswerable questions with a simple note, ‘did she know that I loved her?’

The good days outweigh the bad, and the memories are happy. There are still tears, and they will probably remain with me until my final day on this earth. I am thankful for having loved, and have no doubt that I will have the opportunity to love again. I often refer to the quote of Lao-Tzu:

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage.

I am stronger now than I have ever been, and I have found courage of which I never thought myself capable. However, that courage was borne of loving someone in a manner of which I also never thought myself capable.

I am grateful for every mistake I have ever made, and of every good thing that I have ever done. I am most grateful for every moment spent with the girl of my dreams, the person who taught me so much about myself and saw past the self-erected barriers. If I am haunted, it is alone by the words that were left unspoken.

We cannot change the past, and as such cannot live in it. What we can do is learn from our mistakes, and appreciate every gift and special moment that is afforded to us. Danielle was my past, and will always be part of me. However, the present is now and the future awaits, and I must give myself to it fully.

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Assumptions Are Far Too Easy

Posted on November 14th, 2010

Depression is an overused term, sadly so for many that suffer from this highly misunderstood and often maligned illness. As someone who did suffer over a significant period of my own life, I think that it is so important to understand the implications that it can have on the lives of sufferers and comprehend how it genuinely affects behavioural patterns.

So often in modern parlance, you will hear a throwaway comment saying that he or she is just depressed, they’ll get over it, and there are few things that will anger me as much. On most occasions, someone may be worried about something or may be dealing with a stressful situation, but that differs greatly from depression.

We all go through times where we feel heightened levels of anxiety or worry, but it rarely prevents us from functioning properly. It may often be accompanied by physical symptoms such as headaches and nausea, and may often be related to fears around important subjects such as finances or job security, but it is a temporary worry that can be overcome and acted upon. The fashionable term might be ‘losing your mojo’.

Depression, contrastingly, is a very real and potentially debilitating illness which can impact on body and mind, completely altering how someone thinks and feels, particularly in their self-conception. Symptoms can vary upon the exact nature of illness and severity, but may typically include:-

Continued low moods
Increased and continued irritability
Being prone to bouts of crying
Loss of interest in social life
Loss of self-confidence
Listlessness / lack of energy
Fatigue
Inability to concentrate
Feelings of guilt
Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness
Thoughts about death and suicide
Feelings of worthlessness
Increased anxiety
Irregular sleeping patterns
Irregular eating patterns (either overeating or loss of appetite)
Physical pains
Reduced libido
Difficulty in making decisions

Of course, these are only symptoms, and if you experience any of these it does not mean that you are depressed. However, if you individually observe several of these warning signs, the chances are that you may be suffering from something rather more sinister than anxiety or worry.

Those that have suffered from depression will recognise many of the symptoms listed above, and one of the keys to recovery is recognition of triggers. The fact is that all of the above can apply to any of us in our lives but if we are prepared for them and able to deal with them, it will not result in any type of relapse or mental illness.

Two of the key triggers commonly mentioned by experts are bereavement and financial worry. I know for a fact that several of my closest friends and family had grave concerns for my state of mind in the days after the passing of my fiancée in November of last year. If I am honest, it was never a concern to me as I had battled far too hard to overcome depression to even consider finding myself in that situation.

I have admittedly displayed several of the above symptoms during the last year not least several bouts of tears and irregular sleeping patterns, but not for a minute did that indicate depression, just a huge sense of loss and grief.

However, the key fact here is that through it all, I have maintained an awareness of my behavioural patterns and the ability to function and make decisions. I have not felt helpless, hopeless or worthless, just very sad but determined to make the most of my own life and not to take a day for granted. I have not felt guilty because I am here and she is not, and have not lost the desire to be around those close to me.

The point that I am making is that as individuals, we are often naturally prone to the symptoms of depression, whether due to circumstance or simply to our DNA. but it does not make us ill or depressed. Depression, and the very serious nature of it, manifests in the collective of these symptoms which stops us from doing the everyday things that we would usually take for granted.

If I look at myself individually, I am not too proud to admit that increased irritability was one of my most severe symptoms in the several years through which I was a sufferer. If I am totally honest, it would be fair to say that for most of my life, I was a perfectly nice guy but one that was highly strung and prone to outbursts of anger.

Much of my counselling and treatment of depression, therefore, was related to anger management. It is something that I have controlled to such a point that some of those who have known me for a greater length of time have on occasion asked me whether I still have my emotions.

The simple answer is yes, but I have a much greater capacity to manage them, although I confess that sometimes my ire will show itself. It is a natural part of me and does not mean that I am depressed, at least no more so than someone who has lost their libido! It simply means that something or someone has annoyed me, and that someone else has stopped being attracted to their partner!

If truth be told, I have hit one of my biggest trigger points in recent weeks, and I have no hesitation in saying that not only has it made me highly irritable, but has also been patent in the form of physical illness. Oddly enough, despite being afflicted by gastroenteritis, I have been more aware of my mood swings and bouts of anger.

However, awareness is everything, as is the knowledge that it is only short term and that the solution is already in place. As I have said, worry and anxiety differ greatly from depression, so none of this has concerned me greatly. Quite simply, if I have financial worries as I currently do, I get angry, and this is a quite natural reaction.

I know that my current issues are short term, a result of embarking upon a new job which has started very successfully. However, the terms dictate that I am currently living on an allowance which is around a half of my previous salary. However, once established, the rewards will give me a much more comfortable situation than that to which I have been used.

So right now, I am extremely irritable because I have had to rid myself of my personal mobile phone, Sky subscription, home telephone, gym membership, Liverpool web subscription, Rugby World subscription, World Vision donation, National Autistic Society donation and am living kindly off the grocery shopping of my mum. Apart from the latter, none of these happen to be life threatening as far as I know, and the ones that have really hurt have been the charity donations that I make monthly.

However, the new job has already had commercial success, so I know it is simply a matter of time before I can re-subscribe to all of the above and get back to life as usual. My pride might be hurting, and I may be annoyed that this is all happening around the Christmas period, but it is not the end of the world.

Human nature dictates often that when there is a bigger issue in our lives, it is often the smaller ones in which we display our anger. I suspect that this is partly the case here. Whilst it is easy for me to be irked by short term and insignificant financial issues, or by Liverpool’s latest defeat, there are more noteworthy dates on the horizon.

I have already alluded to the loss of my fiancée Danielle last November. This coming Thursday, November 18, will mark the first anniversary of her death. The date has loomed like a dark shadow over all of us in recent weeks, evoking uncertainty in what it will bring and what emotions it will arouse.

At this moment, it does not really worry me, which may surprise many. However, I have dealt with her loss which has been more difficult than anything that I have encountered in my life, and it is just another day amongst many with which I will have to cope. However, and this is just me being honest, I am more enraged that I have to deal with the aforementioned, albeit short-term, financial issues at a time when my concentration should be elsewhere.

I have learnt so much about myself during the last twelve months, but moreover have learnt so very much about the emotions that others encounter. Allied to my own previous battle with depression, this I hope makes me more aware of others and certainly less judgmental. I have, from the outset, said that if my writing can help just one person, it will be worthwhile.

I understand now that the symptoms of depression live on in us, for they are our natural human characteristics. It is how our minds assimilate them that make us what we are. My consciousness of my own persona and flaws allows me to function quite normally as a result.

So many people are so much less fortunate. Depression is a horrible illness with potentially devastating consequences. It is time that all of us became more aware of it, and stopped accepting the trivialisation of it in modern society. I am worried and anxious but not depressed. This holds no fear, for there was a time when I was clinically depressed, which rendered individual worries and anxieties relatively insignificant.

There is hope for all sufferers of depression, I am living proof of this. There is absolute hope for sufferers from worries and anxiety, both of which can lead to something more serious if not addressed.

Most importantly, the next time someone that you know is worried about something or having a difficult time, do not make light of it with the kitsch phrase, ‘oh, he/she’s just depressed’. It is an insult and affront to the millions that genuinely do suffer. Instead, try to constructively help them, lest their symptom of anxiety regress untreated into something much more depressing.

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