Let’s be real here.
Well and Wealthy is all about you.
Helping you move from a place of sadness, stress and overwhelm to something a whole lot better.
Less bursting into tears because you need to unload the dishwasher and that’s just one task too many today when your head is already overflowing with so many other to-dos and should have dones.
And more not even blinking at the dishwasher because quite frankly your mind is on other way more interesting and nicer things that you can’t wait to do, that you have time to do and that you have the mental bandwidth.
Unload the dishwasher, what dishwasher?
Because you have so much fricking potential.
You know you have so much to give.
You just need to sort your headspace out so you can start living the life you secretly dream of and stopping living this overwhelming mess you currently feel stuck in.
And I can help you do that. Like I really can.
I’ve been there and brought the freaking t-shirt. I know this shit, man, I’ve lived it.
But I’m guessing you would like to know exactly what I’ve lived that makes me so qualified to help you.
So here it is, here’s my story…
Warning: This is long and personal.
Where to start?
I had a pretty great upbringing, and as a basically only child (my Dad has a son from a previous marriage but he’s quite a lot older than me so was really an adult once I was born) I received undivided love and attention.
I was a bit of an emotionally unstable child (possible understatement of the century). I developed migraines aged seven and binge eating disorder at I don’t know what age because I cannot remember a time when I didn’t have it.
(Although I didn’t fully accept that I had an eating disorder until I was at university, despite my doctor sending me for multiple treatments for it as a teenager. Good one…)
As I got older and started high school my emotional instability became more of an issue. I also became a grade A student, chronic over achiever and pretty darn introverted.
But everything was ticking over okay until my first year of university.
Now don’t get me wrong, I freaking loved university. I made amazing, life-long friends and met my lovely boyfriend (who I’ve now been with for seven years!)
If I had to do it all over again I would, in a heartbeat.
However I became quite ill. I was so exhausted. But not exhausted like when you’ve been partying at university and need a few days downtime back at your parents.
No, exhausted like I needed a good 12 hours sleep, but then still needed a another three hours of nap time during the day.
And I would just fall asleep if I tried to power through – think at dinners, lectures, etc. There is even a picture of me at a friends house napping during a party, not because I had been drinking or anything, I was just so tired!
I couldn’t even drive all the way back to my parents house (only three hours away) without napping once or twice.
I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome.
Luckily it improved somewhat after about a year, to the point where I didn’t just fall asleep anywhere. Although it’s really taken me about five years to feel like I have some sort of normal level of energy again, but things like long walks or whole days out shopping still wipe me out.
Also, in my first year of uni I also started to develop IBS.
Then in my second year the binge eating disorder reared up along with very severe depression and anxiety.
At the end of my second year I had a breakdown due to the depression.
By my third year of university I was in a pretty bad state.
I had chronic headaches and migraines (still from a child), binge eating disorder, chronic fatigue syndrome, IBS (which by now was awful), severe depression and anxiety and to top it off I developed Raynaulds disease, which while not a big issue in itself, it just felt like another thing to deal with.
I got through my final year of university and graduated a complete mess, but with a first class honours degree and top of my school.
Outwardly no one would have known what I was going though, I mean people don’t expect the top student to be having days where they can’t get out of bed because their depression is so bad, but they have to because their IBS is even worse…
Then at this point everyone expects you to get a job. I mean now you’re an adult etc it’s time to support yourself and all that jazz. My parents were begging me to stop, have a rest and try and get better, but I just felt like that would make me a failure.
And I guess for some reason I already felt like a failure for being unwell and staying that unwell for those three years. I thought that if I was that clever I should be able to figure out what’s wrong and fix it, or at least find a doctor who could help me fix it.
But I couldn’t fix me or find a doctor that could actually help me (I tried so. many. different. things.)
I couldn’t handle being more of a failure in my own eyes.
And I couldn’t handle people asking me why I wasn’t working and having to explain everything.
So I decided to start a PhD (LOL because that’s a great idea when you’re super sick).
I figured I could just continue studying and being that A* student, while figuring how to get better and what I wanted to do with my life.
But the depression had other ideas.
Before this point I had thought the depression couldn’t get any worse.
That I had been to the bottom of that pit.
I was wrong. I ended up quitting the PhD and had some of the worst times of my life.
Entire weeks and months of just blackness. I started to have suicidal thoughts as well, something I hadn’t experienced before.
Although it’s a big of a blur to me now looking back, I actually brought and renovated a house with my boyfriend during this time and began working in the debt department of energy company five minutes away from where I lived.
I loved renovating the house, but it was a massive strain on me at the time and I honestly have no idea how I managed it.
While the job I hated.
However, just after I started that job I had finally discovered something that helped my depression.
5-HTP. I’m not going to talk much about it here, but suffice to say that that little supplement is the only reason I managed to work full-time.
Any way, back to the fact I hated my job.
It was awful. I had to call people up and try and get them to pay their overdue bills. I’m a massive introvert so picking up the phone was bad enough, let alone that the people on the other end often screamed abuse at you…
It was not a good job for someone with mental health issues.
The company also had a policy that if you were off sick on more than three occasions they could fire you. With migraines, depression and IBS I was literally waiting to be fired.
So I applied and got a new job as a trainee accountant, slightly better paidand nicer work but nothing I was passionate about.
Unfortunately it was around this time that my depression really flared up again, to a level it hadn’t been at for some time.
I think I had been so focused on getting a better job that I had ignored that I was still, in reality, very sick and very sad.
One week into the new job it crossed my mind that I would be unable to sustain this for the three years I would need to to become a qualified accountant.
Three weeks into the job I was in a bad way.
Already exhausted from my new responsibilities, between the chronic fatigues, IBS, major depression and chronic headaches and migraines I didn’t have time on the weekends and after work to recover enough for the next work day.
I was unwell and needed every free second possible just to recover enough to make it through the next day of work.
The thought of seeing friends or just doing anything in my spare time caused panic attacks because I knew I wouldn’t be well enough to work.
My mental health was going downhill rapidly because I felt so trapped.
Trapped in a job I didn’t enjoy. Trapped in a body that made my life so hard. And trapped in a headspace that felt like overwhelm and dispair too much of the time.
It all culminated one night where the suicidal thoughts no longer seemed something to be scared of, but instead a viable option to a scenario where I could see no way out.
I knew then I would do it, these were no longer thoughts but plans instead.
Luckily I told my boyfriend because I still wanted to live I just didn’t know how.
I quit my job and never set another foot in there again. It was too painful. My Mum came and looked after me for a bit, and gave me the permission I needed to not follow the traditional 9 to 5 life.
I finally accepted I wasn’t really well enough to work, at least not in the traditional sense of the term. Nor did I want to.
I had always wanted to work for myself but had never considered it an option (what would I do, I had no ‘sellable skills’).
I remembered how, when I use to obsessively scroll through Pinterest, that I would come across people like Michelle making thousands of dollars each month from blogging.
I knew I could do that in some capacity. I could write well enough and I wasn’t too bad techy wise.
So Well and Wealthy was born.
It’s now two and a half years later, and I think it’s fair to say Well and Wealthy has changed drastically over the years.
What started out as a blog aimed to help people reach their early retirement dreams has now become a place where I can help people who were just like me.
Sad, depressed and overwhelmed with life.
As you’ve read I’ve really been there.
My mental health was in a horrendeous state.
But since then I’ve worked on it.
I’ve spent hours upon painful hours researching ways to feel happier, less overwhelmed and less stressed.
And it paid off.
I don’t have depression anymore.
I can honestly say I’ve recovered.
And while the IBS and headaches are still an issue, they are something that’s copeable with now my head is in a better place.
All that pain I went through, I don’t want it to be for nothing. I want to help people going through those things find their way out.
It took me years to learn how to take care of my mental health. Years and years.
It’s stuff that should be taught in schools, university, by our parents but nobody really seems to know how to do it.
So I’m changing that, with one person at a time I want to help you learn how to take care of your mental health.
Because depression, sadness and overwhelm don’t have to be the backdrop to your life.
Happiness is possible. I got there and I can help you get there too.