Fed up of saying everything is fine when everything isn’t fine?

As I was working my way through my 14 years in a great and lucrative corporate career, I found myself time and time again having the same sort of conversation with friends and colleagues who were equally fortunate. It seemed to me that so many people push on through life accepting or ignoring underlying negative feelings and pretending to be “fine” because they feel like there isn’t really anything to complain about.

Life looks good on paper. A decent job, nice car, home, family, holidays, etc. but people were still left feeling dissatisfied, frustrated or even a bit depressed.

This was me when I reached the age of 30. I had my own apartment, I had a great relationship with a smart, beautiful woman, I had a good career that was earning me very good money. I drove a nice car, took regular long and adventurous holidays all over the world and I had all the technology that I was sure I needed. What could possibly be wrong?

Well, first world problems or not, the truth is that I was not taking very good care of myself. I was flippant about my physical health, I didn’t pay real attention to forming meaningful relationships and friendships and the less said about how blind I was about my mental health the better. The manifestation of that subconscious dissatisfaction is often a very real lack of care for oneself.

I was often resentful of people and treated them with a shortness that I loathe in others. I had a short temper about anything and everything that I deemed to be “unjust”, no matter how small or unimportant it might actually have been. This was not a fun state to be in, but I was blind to it all and was just pushing ahead with life, gradually getting more tired, bitter, and ultimately, fed up!

One day, the balanced tipped! The proverbial straw broke the camel’s back and I descended into a really tough, chaotic and exhausting depression. It sucked! I couldn’t think straight, my sleep was all over the place, and I couldn’t cope or look after myself anymore.

That’s where the Short Steps process came from. It took me over 5 years of trial and error, pain, and false starts, but I managed to figure myself out, diagnose what I had been doing wrong and eventually start heading in the right direction. It’s an ongoing process, as it should be. After all, life doesn’t stand still.

So that’s why I started doing what I do now. I want to help others like me to be able to diagnose their own dissatisfaction, to find answers and take positive steps to making life that bit better, Short Step by Short Step.

I don’t sugar-coat the realities of life, nor the effort and commitment required to start to make things better but make no mistake this really is about mental well-being. After all, if you’re happy on the inside then that’s the right place to be happy!


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