Mental Health Ireland

As part of my Masters in Journalism I did a 5 minute video package for my Broadcasting module on the recent cuts to the Mental Health Budget in Ireland. I conducted this video on the 28th and 29th of April 2016, some information has changed since such as who the Health Minister is etc etc. 

It may not be as clean cut as you would like, and I am not an expert in final cut pro or have unreal camera skills, but nonetheless, the message is quiet clear. 

#IamAReason

Click here to watch on Youtube in HD. 

Sinéad

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Boys as friends, and boys as boyfriends.

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They are the ones responsible for a lot of girl's anguish.
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Boys. Men. whatever you wanna call them, what-ever one you have, or had. They don't realize the power that they can hold. One word can crush your feelings. one word can make you feel on top of the world. I haven't cried over a boy in a VERY VERY long time.

Thankfully. 

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But when you have to watch a friend cry over one, it brings back all the same feelings;why doesn't he like me, why can't he text back, why does he only be himself when we're drunk or hungover, why can't he send one text to let me know where I stand, why can't he see I like him, why can't he like me back. why am I not good enough for him. 
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why why why why why?

If I could tell my younger self one thing it would be to never let a man make me feel two inches tall. While you can have your happiest moments with them, they shouldn't be your source of happiness. 

Relying on someone wither it's a man or woman whomever it may be to make you smile in a day is not healthy.  
Sadly some people can't see past this and are not happy being alone. I sound bitter but rest assured I am not, I have just watched many friends be sucked into 'relationship world'. 

I am a person who is thankfully quiet content in my lonesomeness. 
Its not lonely, its being own my own. and there is a difference. 

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

It took a few years to find out what it means to me (geddit) and not to settle in relationships for the sake of it when at the end of the day there was no respect for me or no respect from themselves. Settling for drunken kisses when sober they wouldn't make the effort. 

At the age of 24 I have learned that kissing all of the frogs may not necessarily get you your prince and believe me I have kissed all of them frogs. 

So as per I'm just stating some obvious facts, having to listen to my friends talk about boy troubles, especially some of the younger ones I want to shake their pretty heads and tell them that the world is their oyster and that there is PLENTY more fish in the sea! The boy you like now who isn't texting you back won't matter in 12 month and you'll be kicking yourself for wasting time on them. But it is something that they and you have to find out on your own. 

just please remember you survived before them and you will sure as hell survive after they go. 


yours, 

Sinéad

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Wishing my life away! June Edition

Hi. I'm Sinead and I'm a basic bitch. 

New York

I keep having dreams about this place. I want to do a graduate visa to New York in September of 2017 so maybe that is why, I wanna stroll around the city getting lost pretending I'm Carrie Bradshaw or Blair Waldrof, HA a girl can dream!

Zara Whatever Bomber Jacket

Yes a bomber jacket! I have a love/hate relationship with them but everyone and their granny seem's to be rocking them this summer and here is hoping I will add a few more to my wardrobe. 

Maldives

To be honest I would go to any hot country right now. Remember when Ireland was sunny there for all of two minutes, I got a farmers tan and I need to even it out! My skin needs some vitamin D!!

Frends Layla rose gold

Considering how much I love listening to music I really do need to invest in a good pair of headphones, every blogger has these Instagram worthy ones. To be honest my ones would probably end up battered...

Olympus PEN E-PL7

Dubbed the blogger friendly camera. Good marketing skills well done Olympus.

Gimme one now please. 

DKNY Bag

It's simple and classic and after my Master's is done I'm treating myself.

Tattoo 

This tattoo is kinda what I want to get, a stick-man holding a heart balloon on my left rib cage, minus that creepy smile. Don't ask why, I just want it. And most likely in the next week or two (Sorry mam) 

Vans Era Shoes 

Once a converse girl, now a converted Van's girl. 

Gimme. 

Sinéad

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Rambles.

“I’d like to have money. And I’d like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that’s too adorable. I’d rather have money. I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.” - Parker.  

The guide! I’ve lost it, I think. Yes I have defiantly lost it. I had it once but I didn’t think time would go so fast and that I would need it so soon. I mean there has to be more than one copy of it. Everyone else knows what is going on so I mean I could borrow someone else’s, theirs, yours? Just let me write down a few notes from it, a few guidelines, I mean that’s what it is intended to do, to guide you! We’re all in this together, fair enough some of us won’t make it to the end but the majority of us will get to the other side of it, unscathed, a few scars to help tell the tale but most importantly we will be at the other side. 

Wiser….?

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. Could you just step to the side there I’m just trying to find,…AH HHA!! YES I got it”. “No wait” *inaudible groan* “The end is missing, come here show me yours” Yes YOURS hey come back HEY SHARING IS CARING!

(the above is a random exert from a random rambling writing session a year ago saved in the many unseen folders that exist on my laptop)

I think that so far my ‘twenties’ have been exciting enough for me to be able to document certain aspects of it and make it a somewhat enjoyable read, but not that exciting that Suki Waterhouse is fighting to play the role of me in the film of my life. I am just an average lady. Lady being the operative word. I am an average female who is both a sister, an aunt, a friend and to others a cunt.

But hey you can’t be everyone’s cup of tea and throughout the years I have learned that the hard way. Oh well you win some and you lose some. 

I heard a saying....well sorry that’s a bit ‘old school’ heard? In this day and age! HA no I read on a post on Instagram where someone had filtered the shit out of the words, that nothing ruins your twenties like thinking you should have your shit together by now. Well I am most defiantly at that stage right now, a quarter life crisis I hear people calling it? I fear that my twenties will be as confusing as the whole year of my twenty two-ness was. Shooting aimlessly for the dark abyss that is our thirties. I am not going to tell you that you will figure stuff out. Because I haven’t a clue what I am doing either. I keep thinking to myself once I have my education sorted that every other piece of my life will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. I have a five year plan that is all starting to take place. Would you like to hear it?

(Berlin Wall, August 2014: Sinead Healy)

1. Graduate my Masters

2. Become a somewhat decent Journalist.

3. Move to New York  in September 2017 for a few months/a year and write to my hearts content.

4. Find someone who will travel the world with me, be that a friend or someone else. 

5. Live in Thailand, Australia, Croatia for some period of time.

6. Travel. Travel. Travel. 

Wither all of this takes place or not I will be sure to let you know. 

But the urge to wander around the world not knowing where I am going next seems a lot more 

appealing than wandering around Ireland feeling that same feeling. 



stress-fully yours, 

Sinead

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The 5 W's: Who, What, Where, When, why?

You'll know that I have a thousand college assignments due when you see me publish a post on here. 

Why? Because I am very fond of procrastination. In-fact this evening I spent an HOUR on the Vogue Youtube channel watching '73 questions with such and such'.

Splendid. 

Now where was I...

                                               

32 weeks ago on the 7th of September I sat here in this very room, on this very laptop preparing myself for my very first day of my Masters and here I am 32 weeks on preparing for my very last week in college. Technically I still am not finished (having to do a thesis all summer-on my own accord). BUT classes are over at the end of this week and I am a ball of mixed emotions.

Where has this college year gone? I feel like I should have embraced it a bit more.

Between working four days/evenings a week and the masters I didn't feel like I had that much spare time.

This year went. dare I say it...smoothly. Now that's not to say that stuff didn't happen. 

Stuff happened that made me cry, I was homesick (yes. I was. not so much anymore, soz mum.), I felt over-whelmed, lost, useless, lost, not good enough, not able, did I mention lost? 

But I learned a lot about myself. I learned how to be comfortable being alone and that it was 'okay' to be alone. I learned to stand up for myself. I learned the importance of surrounding myself with like-minded people, people who made me feel just as intelligent as I thought that they were. I learned to not be so hard on myself. I made new friends while loosing some old ones. I stayed up all night when I should have been studying, slept on peoples couches, laughed, cried, learned how to live on pasta and rice for a week solid, and that 'you don't make friends doing assignments'. 

With this last week I have 1001 things left to do. But Friday WILL come and they WILL get done.           

Now if anyone is looking for me Friday night I will be in Costello's kicking ASS at beer pong.

Stressfully yours, 

Sinead

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Sad isn't it? Part II.

We were friends once.

Not that long ago.

I would tell you my secrets and you would tell me yours.


Now I don't even know what your doing with your life.


Sad isn't it?


People drift apart and it happens all the time.

But it doesn't make it hurt any less.


I blame him you and you blame me.

But we're not even sure how it started.

We're probably both to blame.


Both too pig headed to admit that we're sorry.

But both better off the way we are now?


I'm happy, I'm not sure about you.


Just remember I tried.

You didn't.



Sad isn't it?


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Sad isn't it?

7-11-2015

Today is your birthday.

You are eight.

You came into this world in the very early hours of a Wednesday morning in 2007 and I stayed awake because I was so desperate to hear that you made it into the world okay.

The next morning I got to meet you and I could have cried.

All pink with a head full of hair.

And eight years later here you are a little girl with a gapped tooth smile.

You told me you either want to be a Guard or a Beautician when you grow up.

I told you why not do both.

The thing is 'we' don’t get to see you very often. 

In the last 8 years I have never seen you for more than two days in a row.

Sad isn't it?

But it's the norm. 

Which is even sadder. 

We've never seen you on your birthday.

Santa either comes a few days late or a few days early to our house because we never get to see you on the actual day. 

But your happy because you've never known any different in your life.

Sad isn't it?  

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