my story (so far)
I'm a writer, entertainer and healer with a thing for happiness.
Not just the shiny, joyful stuff, though I do love that too.
But also the deeper, life-long stuff that I think we all crave.
I love to share what I've learnt in ways that help others.
Here's my story (so far)…
I'm a writer, musician and entertainer with a thing for happiness.
Not just the shiny, joyful stuff, though I do love that too. But also the deeper, life-long stuff that I think we all crave.
I love to share what I've learnt in ways that help others.
Here's my story (so far)…
the early years
the early years
I was born in Manchester in the 1970s when humans were blurrier. And seat belts weren't a thing.
I used to love bashing the piano and singing my own nonsense songs. Little has changed.
My mum died a few years after this photo was taken.
Maybe it was that or just, you know - growing up in Manchester in the 1990s - but after a brief spell as a born again Christian, I took a fancy to psychedelic drugs. My teachers said I'd never amount to anything and I was expelled from my fancy grammar school.
I was born in Manchester in the 1970s when humans were blurrier. And seat belts weren't a thing. I used to love bashing the piano and singing my own nonsense songs. Little has changed.
My mum died a few years after this photo was taken.
Maybe it was that or just, you know - growing up in Manchester in the 1990s - but after a brief spell as a born again Christian, I took a fancy to psychedelic drugs. My teachers said I'd never amount to anything and I was expelled from my fancy grammar school.
I was born in Manchester in the 1970s when humans were blurrier. And seat belts weren't a thing.
I used to love bashing the piano and singing my own nonsense songs. Little has changed.
My mum died a few years after this photo was taken.
Maybe it was that or just, you know - growing up in Manchester in the 1990s - but after a brief spell as a born again Christian, I took a fancy to psychedelic drugs. My teachers said I'd never amount to anything and I was expelled from my fancy grammar school.
the quarter life crisis
To prove my teachers wrong, I went to university and got a bachelors degree in psychology and a masters degree in artificial intelligence.
To prove them right, I started a PhD and went mad. I stopped taking psychedelic drugs. I went madder.
I ended up being homeless, arrested, sectioned and diagnosed bipolar. I spent 4 months in 3 psychiatric wards and was told I'd be sick for the rest of my life. It was worse than it sounds.
To prove my teachers wrong, I went to university and got a bachelors degree in psychology and a masters degree in artificial intelligence.
To prove them right, I started a PhD and went mad. I stopped taking psychedelic drugs. I went madder.
I ended up being homeless, arrested, sectioned and diagnosed bipolar. I spent 4 months in 3 psychiatric wards and was told I'd be sick for the rest of my life.
It was worse than it sounds.
To prove my teachers wrong, I went to university and got a bachelors degree in psychology and a masters degree in artificial intelligence.
To prove them right, I started a PhD and went mad. I stopped taking psychedelic drugs. I went madder.
I ended up being homeless, arrested, sectioned and diagnosed bipolar. I spent 4 months in 3 psychiatric wards and was told I'd be sick for the rest of my life.
It was worse than it sounds.
the first comeback
To prove my psychiatrists wrong I started working in mental health to change the system from within. 5 years, 10 jobs and 2 countries later I admitted defeat.
(2 countries as I emigrated to Aotearoa | New Zealand)
I went freelance to be able to be independent and help build a different system based on human rights, peer support and online self-help. And I started writing, recording and performing songs about the light and shade of my experiences.
I wanted to make the world better. I ended up proving my psychiatrists sort-of right by getting chronic adrenal fatigue and panic attacks.
To prove my psychiatrists wrong I started working in mental health to change the system from within.
5 years, 10 jobs and 2 countries later I admitted defeat.
(2 countries as I emigrated to Aotearoa | New Zealand)
I went freelance to be able to be independent and help build a different system based on human rights, peer support and online self-help. And I started writing, recording and performing songs about the light and shade of my experiences.
I wanted to make the world better.
I ended up proving my psychiatrists sort-of right by getting chronic adrenal fatigue and panic attacks.
the last comeback🤞
To avoid a pre-mid-life crisis I went to a yoga retreat on a mountain by the sea in the middle of nowhere. 3 months later I moved my family to Nowhere to record my first album and start an organic farm.
I went to an ashram in India and was named Ganapati (a.k.a Ganesh). He removes life's obstacles and is the lord of learning and success. And sweets.
It is a name I can live with.
I trained in laughter yoga and have spent many hours laughing like a child with thousands of people. It is as good as it sounds. Better, actually.
To prove my teachers wrong, I went to university and got a bachelors degree in psychology and a masters degree in artificial intelligence.
To prove them right, I started a PhD and went mad. I stopped taking psychedelic drugs. I went madder.
I ended up being homeless, arrested, sectioned and diagnosed bipolar. I spent 4 months in 3 psychiatric wards and was told I'd be sick for the rest of my life.
It was worse than it sounds.
To avoid a pre-mid-life crisis I went to a yoga retreat on a mountain by the sea in the middle of nowhere.
3 months later I moved my family to Nowhere to record my first album and start an organic farm.
I went to an ashram in India and was named Ganapati (a.k.a Ganesh). He removes life's obstacles and is the lord of learning and success. And sweets.
It is a name I can live with.
I trained in laughter yoga and have spent many hours laughing like a child with thousands of people.
It is as good as it sounds. Better, actually.
