Notes from a Neurodivergent Mind

 Hello! Still in NI, but am now further out amongst the wilds of the North Coast, Of course, knowing me, I've not pushed the boat out enough to go camping, but it takes 30 minutes to walk to the nearest bus stop- which is remote enough in my books. This region is famed for being one of the most scenic areas of this part of the world, and I have to say, that I can attest. View from my window So when you're in such an idyll, you go to a notoriously rural settlement- a city. In fact, it's the second day in a row that we've been to a city on this trip, as on Wednesday, we took the train to Belfast. And if you're wanting to satisfy your cheapskate credentials, then I can highly recommend an "I-Link" card- which gives you access to all forms of public transport in Northern Ireland (train, bus etc...) for a day for £20, so when your return train fare costs nearly £30, you know you've already saved :) Asides from that, after pootling around the Golden Thread G...

Hello, So, as the palindromic title states, I am currently in Northern Ireland, schlepping about the sights that it has to offer.  The dynamic is a bit different this time around, as I'm not going solo (if you know you know, but not saying who on the small chance that this post ends up going viral and a wrong'un realises that the people in question's home is vacant! 😂), so knowing that I don't have to ferry myself about may reduce some stress and anxiety, but I also do not necessarily have the flexibility to do the things I'd normally intend to do, as I'm too much of a cheapskate to get a hire car! Furthermore, I am about a week into trying some medication for some mental health woes that I've been trying to get over for a couple of months, which will also potentially alter my mindset, so join me along for the ride to see what mental state I'm in come the end of the holiday! Oh, and obviously to find out about the places I've been to 😉 It's the...

Hello from Euston Station, where (as of 7am on a Saturday morning) I currently am after a night on the Caledonian Sleeper.  The main pull for me was to see what it was like to actually sleep on a train without having to share a compartment with strangers (like I did on the Serbia-Montenegro route last year). Whilst the scenery on that train ride was undoubtedly going to be better than a sleeper train ride in complete darkness (like mine was last night/this morning), the prospect of not being woken up for a border check on the Caledonian was appealing. After I left my "five hour" hotel room last night, the train had conveniently just turned up to the platform- some service, hey? I wanted to maximise my time on board, and intended to hit the sack as soon as I boarded. Anyways, I boarded and unsurprisingly, like most of the YouTube videos I'd watched beforehand about the experience, the corridor was narrow!- the same could be said about the room itself. Nevertheless, it did ...

Hi all- it's half-term for me, so typically, I've decided to go away. I've been in Scotland for the past few nights, seeing family and doing some sightseeing. I will be leaving tonight, arriving in England when I wake up come tomorrow morning (which is a possible giveaway as to the mode of transport I'll be using). More on that later...   I've been in Glasgow for the past 24 hours, but commenced my sightseeing today, after a very leisurely morning prior to check-out. If you've not guessed by now, I am taking the Caledonian Sleeper in a few hours time. But, assuming the train arrives on-time, I won't be able to board it for a whole eleven hours after leaving my hotel. I felt that I had the first 6-7 hours or so covered by going to some places that I've never been to before, and after an evening meal, I banked on being able to spend the final two hours or so in the lounge at Glasgow Station before boarding.   But, as often is the case with travelling, thi...

 Hello from chez moi, where I have intentions to do sod all, after arriving home on Saturday. Since starting these entries, I knew that I wanted to do some sort of reflection of how things have been from my perspective. Like every trip, some things go to plans, whilst other things do not, and I think coming into the trip, my mental health was in such a good place (in comparison to previous years), that I had finished therapy (which I had been in for for the past seven years). I had- perhaps overconfidently, thought that the issues that used to affect my anxiety and mood levels could all be dealt with a toolbox of techniques. So, when I began to experience that panic (probably on Day 2 of the trip), and couldn't get my usual strategies to work, the panic exaggerated itself even more. I did experience similar in Latvia on my 2nd night of the solo trip I did at the beginning of the year. The symptoms I experienced then were comparatively more heightened, but that was the first time I ...

And so, it was the last day. Emotions were mixed- I didn't really want the trip to end, but I was similarly ready for a bit of normality. After vacating my apartment, I headed down to the lovely fishing village of Cavtat: reminiscent of  the Grecian village from the Mamma Mia films, but without the hordes of tourists.                                                                 Cavtat from the sea With my mind intent on spending a good chunk of the day swimming, I headed for a beachy area. I couldn't find one, but did find an enclosed area with lots of loungers with umbrellas around it. Seemed like a good option. I pitched up after paying 17 euros (!) for both (although to be fair this does grant you all day access), and headed for the (cooler than expected) water. "This is the life", I thought, as I was swimm...