Hi, I'm Robert Carly and today I'm going to be discussing mental health. We are going to have a conversation so that we can determine wat kind of people are present. Shall I begin with psychometric testing? Would that be alright with you? Once you let me know whether you are a red square, a green triangle, or a cheerful yellow circle, that will be great. Raise your hands if you are the red squares. Yes, the green triangles should be present and accounted for too. At least the delightful yellow circles were superb and in the house. All the leading red squares were here at two o'clock, so everyone else must get their tickets and get in! They haven't started yet though, for their audiences are running late, but when they do come it'll be a show of laser lights. On the other hand, the green triangles can all have coffee and group hugs as they break, waiting for everyone else to catch up. The yellow circles could just preoccupy themselves with sex and alcohol. It's fantastic to be here and I'm excited for the after party! The reason I'm here is solely to partake in that event, so I'd like to take this moment to express a few thoughts and share some ideas that could positively impact others.
My first thought is that love will always prevail - a concept worth sharing indeed! In the book Dubliners by James Joyce, there is a wonderful story titled "A Painful Case" which revolves around a man named Mr. Duffy. It is said that he lived quite close to his heart and if one reads the tale carefully, they will see that he was consumed with worry, fear, and uncertainty. Ultimately, love never fails as demonstrated in this remarkable story. It is possible that Mr. Duffy was suffering from a mental health condition. But even though that mental health is highly stigmatized, we still don't often discuss it openly. It is estimated that 1 in 4 people will experience a mental health issue at some point in their life. When I say that though, it's not to indicate that someone is in trouble; or even doomed basically. It's my way of telling them to always stay alert of the illnesses and symptoms. Here's the good news: it's up to all of us to take care of our mental health! We all face challenges, and it is important that we all recognize the importance of looking after ourselves. Having said this, we're still feeling a bit frazzled and out of sorts, so we're using more sophisticated language to express our stress; such as "I'm suffering with a bit of stress". It is possible though that the way we were educated in school has contributed to the stigmatization of mental health illnesses. When I was in school, someone visited to educate me on dental hygiene. They gave me three pieces of advice: reducing sugar intake, brushing regularly and seeing the dentist for regular check-ups will help ensure good oral health. However, I also demonstrate to you the three lessons I learned in school regarding mental health: nothing, nothing, and nothing. When I departed, I took away with me some otherwise blank notes regarding the upkeep of mental health. It was only after going to school that I learned about them through my own experience. So by the age of 21, I experienced serious panic attacks without ever knowing what they were. For around nine months, I was in the depths of despair. I felt so down that I could not even bring myself to lift my head up; it was like a mystery what had caused this terrible mood of depression. I experienced a difficult period in my life where I was overwhelmed with sadness and had no resources to help me cope. But fortunately, during my travels I encountered individuals with the same mindset of being able to offer me assistance.
Here are the top three lessons I have learned. A Health continuum is a type of concept that can be utilized to analyze and assess the overall health of an individual. Some days are far better than other ones. There are days when everything is going well and days when nothing seems to be going right at all. We are aiming to make a drastic transition from the current difficult times to much better days which is a problem in and of itself. Take the problem one step at a time; even the smallest action can make a difference. I participated in the government campaign as a way of contributing to the small efforts that make a difference. Having a cup of tea with a friend, engaging in conversation, reading good books, and visiting great places; these are all small things that otherwise make life enjoyable. Kissing and hugging someone who desires it can also be beneficial for their mental health, so don't hesitate to show your affection. Raindrops and roses, whiskers on kittens - these are some of my most beloved things, as well as things capable of turning a person's frown upside down! Whenever I'm feeling down and out, I do my mental health maintenance by recalling some of my favorite things. This helps me to stay in a good mood no matter what is going on - even if the dog's biting or the bees are stinging!
I have also come to understand that I must take control over my thoughts, since they will ultimately determine what kind of mood I'm in, and consequently how I speak and act; which then leads to the results I get. It all begins with a thought. If you're Irish, it is estimated that you have around 65,000 thoughts in a day, and the majority of them are likely to be negative. How would Irish people respond then if you tell them your story about getting married of about having your leg fall off? They might reply back with some apathy, or even a lot of it. Well, what if instead of constantly battling with negative thoughts, we tried replacing them with more positive ones? The impact it would have would be quite noticeable. Here's the first question: How does your mind operate? Close your eyes and take yourself back to the happiest day of your life. Recall all the feelings and emotions you experienced during that moment. Allow yourself to savor and enjoy that feeling once again. It may have been a mere reflection, but it surely had a positive effect on you, right? It's wonderful to be able to gain the ability to control one's own thoughts - that is something truly special.
I discovered an awesome piece of advice for taking care of our mental wellbeing which is that love always conquers all. At weddings, people often read a letter written by a man named Paul to the church in Corinthians. His message of patient and kind love that is not pompous is one of everlasting unity between two individuals who love each other deeply. One can only imagine such an incredible sentiment being shared by a pastor during the ceremony. Yes, let his peace never be done until his carriage arrives. No matter what the situation, love will always remain strong and never disappear. This is a tale of romance. I, Robert Carly, resided not far from my physical being - when I was young, I was a member of the motorbike gang known as REM. We identified ourselves as "sons of apathy". My parents were exceptionally wonderful and they coddled me immensely. They provided for me and safeguarded my wellbeing. I was employed as the Sheriff of Griffith Barracks, which involved me being stationed on the beach. I recall when I was a youngster, there was a surface called gravel. I'm not sure if you are searching for something about my younger days, but what comes to mind is the time I played on gravel - running around, occasionally slipping and skidding. You would have returned home to your mother, tears streaming down your face, yet nothing would come out. "Come on now," she would have said soothingly anyway. Eventually, my mother would come to me; she'd wash it and then apply iodine on it. "Oh My God!" she'd say in surprise. My mom showed me loads of love, and I was clever enough to get some from my dad too. However, I had to wait until five o'clock before letting out any tears if I could. It's impossible to cry for four hours, so you have to resort to a technique known as the sob. Have you ever used it before? If you have any queries regarding search tips, feel free to discuss them and share your own with me even if you like. My dad said that he will come home in good condition, and inquired about what was happening. My dad was a hefty soldier. I needed to unbutton the brass buttons on the front of my dad's army jacket and slip one of my little seven-year-old arms inside this morning. After buttoning up the jacket, I was engulfed in a heavenly blend of cigarette smoke, sweat, and his aftershave. "Don't cry, son." my dad would tell me. "You are beautiful, lovable, and have a lot of potential; there's always room for improvement." No matter what happens, love will always remain strong.
I can hardly believe it, but my dad got transferred to Cork and we ended up moving to Dublin! If you are originally from Dublin and have moved to Cork, even though Madonna is here too, it can be quite a challenge to communicate as we speak different languages. I would be asked until men were taught to walk by pigeons, "What should I call you? Ah. Come over here, no matter where you're from - I bid you farewell." We were there for five years, which was when I was transitioning into a teenager. That period of time brings with it all the typical teenage issues - anxiety, acne, long and greasy hair suddenly appearing in places you didn't even know you had! I still experience a variety of peculiar sensations, all sorts of strange emotions and other odd occurrences. Going through puberty can be a difficult experience and can lead to feelings of anxiety. Suddenly, one may find themselves feeling overwhelmed by the changes that come with this stage in life. Meanwhile, if you have a mother that loves to hunt for bargains, you know the drill - while everyone else is wearing Wranglers, your mom comes up with some outrageous deals like getting you a pair of Wranglers for only three pounds or adidas runners and a roller jumper at an incredible price. To top it off, she even bought an anorak for you that would fit eventually! Ever experienced anything like this? For four years you attend school, much like how a vacuum cleaner would remain in one spot in the house. After my dad was transferred back to Dublin, I got into a car accident which prompted them to send us to a comprehensive school in North Dublin. It was important for me not to acquire a Cork accent while attending the school in North Dublin. I ended up in the class where my fellow students were ridiculed for their intelligence and a guy named Naylor was there. He didn't even take woodworking, but he did carry a hammer with him in his bag. Acting as if I couldn't speak, I was sure they would not be aware that I had a Cork accent. "Hey, where are you from?" they asked. My response was simply "Nowhere in particular." I was managing just fine despite the anxiousness I was feeling. I was trying to stay focused on the task at hand. I had to endure the embarrassment of wearing a large anorak every day, sitting on the steps and eating soup from my lunch which was contained in a tartan flask given to me by my loving mother. It almost felt like I had put a target on my own head and held a sign that was written "please kick my son to death", but I knew this was her way of showing her love for me.
One day I was sipping my soup when a person approached me, saying that Jane Monaghan had a crush on me. No one could deny that Jane Monaghan was the most attractive girl in our school. She seemed to be out of this world and everyone wanted to date her, however I was afraid to ask her if she had an interest in me because I thought she wouldn't say yes - why would she like me? That day, I spontaneously invented a girlfriend and said I couldn't go out because I was supposed to be with someone called Suzanne. To this day, I have no idea where she supposedly lived - it might as well have been in Bristol! For the following two years, I fabricated tales about experiences I and my friend Suzanne had in Bristol. Before the internet, when I wanted to learn about Bristol, I had to go to the library and investigate. All that I could discover was that there were two football teams located near the cathedral. This would have been particularly relevant for younger people at the time. We went to the match and then afterwards we attended Mass, to which I was in agreement. The real issue I was facing was that I had never experienced having a girlfriend. Every week they go on a hunt for Frances, and G-man wants to know when I've gone off and I'm no longer around. I wasn't able to find out how to kiss because I hadn't known. All my worries flooded in, and I questioned to myself, "Am I going to be able to make this work?" I did what we all do in such a situation - practiced on my arm. Don’t be too quick to judge, as I'm sure you have done the same thing. For a little over a year, my relationship with the bathroom mirror was going well, until one day I heard my dad exclaim "Fleury, come in here! I think we have snails in the bathroom!" This meant that I had to end our time together for a while. Then on September 25th, 1978, at 4:30 in the Prefect Room of Tempo Comprehensive School on Malahide Road, Gene Monahan and I had an hour and a half long kiss as a testament to our love for each other that can never be broken. When we were in our teenage years, we experienced the typical love affair. By the time we reached 23, it had blossomed into something amazing. So I proposed to her and she said yes! It turned out better than I could have imagined. I jotted down a reminder to myself to indulge in some delicious sauce while I ate.
Jane and I got married, and then we welcomed our amazing family - Jonathan, Deborah, James, and Timothy - or if you prefer Johnny, Joey, Debbie, Jimmy and Timmy. Jane and I had an incredible relationship; we did amazing things together. Jane was a constant encouragement to me when I went through depression. Every day she would tell me, "Come on Rob, tomorrow can be better!" She encouraged me to do something that would make me feel better and change my way of thinking. When you're feeling low with no hope, sometimes it takes someone special to show you that love never fails. After facing relationship issues, we decided to seek help through counseling. Somehow, the situation escalated and we started discussing separation. We eventually stopped talking altogether and I have no idea how it happened. On the day we were about to part, I suddenly burst into laughter. Eventually, I asked her if she wanted to get coffee together. She asked me if it was a date, and I replied saying that "it might be". Fortunately, our relationship did not end there - because love never fails and we ended up getting back together! We went on a journey throughout Ireland, sharing our story with people to let them know that it is possible to never give up and always have hope. We wanted to emphasize the message that love will never fail. Jane and I took that story to Uganda in Africa. We encountered a small child who had both of their legs amputated, prompting Jane to exclaim "Rob, we have to do something! We can't just leave them like this - what can we do?" She proposed building a hospital, which seemed impossible given the cost and length of time it would take. I replied that raising the money would be an enormous task but she insisted that we had forever. No matter where one is, love never fails. We returned from our trip to Uganda in August. I received a phone call on the following week in September at 4:15 p.m., informing me that Jane was not feeling well and asking if I could make it to James's hospital. The following two phone calls asked if I could bring my children along as Jane was very ill and they needed to know her blood group. Once we arrived at James's hospital, my beautiful Jane was already connected to a life-support machine. Unfortunately, she was not able to make it and passed away there.
The girl I met when I was 13 and have since lost track of is now 49. What keeps you going in such a situation? Love never fails; it doesn't depend on people being around or present, but rather on the passion that lies within. It never fails, ever. Thus, I began to incorporate into my life the insights I had gained from participating in mental health campaigns and workshops. This allowed me to realize that I could make a positive impact on my own wellbeing. I'm certain that I created something specifically for a purpose in life; it's like a puzzle, and only I can fit into that place. If I don't show up, nobody else can take my spot. Does this make sense to anyone? This is your space too; we must come together and do our part, so that our love cannot fail. My children were incredibly supportive; they wouldn't let me give up, and people embraced me and said words of affirmation, reminding me that I am worthy of love, which is something that will never end. I had an insightful conversation with a girl in church one day. We discussed how we could start something to help senior citizens, and she shared her grief with me. It was then that I realized what we should do. After attending ten meetings of the club we created called Just Older Youth, I began dressing up and wearing aftershave for each meeting. As time passed, I realized that I had started to develop feelings for the second person in my life. I suggested to her that we should bring someone else to the church meetings unless she had a reason why not; when she asked me why, I admitted that my intentions weren't genuine. She then replied that neither of us should bring along substitutes, as her motives weren't either. On our third date, I decided to ask her if she would say yes if I proposed marriage. She responded with a somewhat ambiguous "I might know," which I took as a positive answer! Consequently, we fell in love. As I'm not one for wasting time, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to me. After working hard on it, we were able to get married and have a wonderful wedding day. My second wife is an incredible woman who has made a huge impact in my life; she too has taught me that love will never fail. I recently had the privilege of travelling to Kumi, Uganda to sign off a snag list for the Jean Carly Memorial Hospital - a 28 bed Children's Hospital. With love as our driving force, my companions and I were able to raise enough funds to put down foundations and construct walls and roofs for the hospital. This would not have been possible without the help of everyone who donated money towards this cause. It was an incredibly rewarding experience that I will never forget. I was delighted to have done that because for me it expressed, in more ways than I could ever express, that love never fails - not even once. All of you are so endearing, adored, and cherished. It doesn't matter if I tell you, when you come to the place where I am, you will understand how lovely, loveable and loved I am. Would you be willing to do one thing for me? If so, turn to the person beside you and say “Love never fails”. Then, turn to the person on the other side and tell them the same. Are you ready? On my count, we will all say it together: "Love never fails". Thank you for your endurance!
See also: https://mygodsentangels.com/