Top 4 YouTube Channels to Get You Smiling

Are you taking a mental health day? Taking a day to rest and get your thoughts in order is a great thing to do. Sometimes we can get so overwhelmed with life and responsibilities that we just need to stop and take a break and that’s a perfectly OK thing to do. Taking time to reset can be very beneficial and make us more productive in the long run.

Looking for something to watch while you relax on the couch? These are my top four YouTube channels I recommend checking out. In no particular order here they are:


Alonzo Lerone

All the stupid of the internet brought together in one convenient location. Alonzo brings to you the dumbest fails, internet idiots, roastings, dumbest tweets and Facebook status’s, hilarious reviews and much more. “Get a dictionary!” is his catch phrase as he calls people out on their atrocious use of the English language.

Occasionally Alonzo will share more personal videos such as this one where he talks about his experience of being bullied at school.

Check out Alonzo’s channel here.


Will it Waffle?

Have you ever wondered if gummy worms will waffle? How about bananas? Pizza? Chocolate frogs? What about non food items like crayons? Will they waffle? Well Jackson Bird has all your answers. Check out his series ‘Will It Waffle?‘ for all your waffle fun. While Jackson doesn’t seem to be making as many videos in this series as he did in the past there are plenty of videos there for you to catch up on.


Simon’s Cat

What kind of list would this be without some kind of cat video? This simple cartoon is all about, you guessed it, Simon’s cat, who gets up to all sorts of hilarious antics.

Check out more of Simon’s Cat here. This is the episode that started it all…


The Slow Mo Guys

Want to see all kinds of crazy stunts and experiments filmed with a $150,000 high speed camera and then shown to you in slow motion? Gavin and Dan are your guys. Check out their channel here for all the action.

I have too many favourite to choose so I’m just going to show you their channel trailer…

Taking a Sick Day

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Yesterday I was feeling sick. I had gone to bed the night before with a headache and was awake at 4am feeling nauseous. I woke in the morning with an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. I got up, got the kids off to school, came home and went back to bed and slept for another four hours.

It was after lunch by the time I got out of bed again. I hadn’t done the laundry, washed the dishes or anything that I should have been doing. We ordered Chinese for dinner because I was still too tired to cook, barely keeping my eyes open long enough to check Facebook.

Yesterday though, I didn’t feel guilty for not doing all the things I should have been doing. I was feeling physically sick. Why then do I feel so guilty when I’m having a bad mental health day and spend the whole day doing nothing? Why am I so hard on myself when it’s mental illness that’s keeping me down? Mental illness is no different to physical illness. This is the type of stigma I’m trying to break. This is the message I’m trying to get out to people, that it’s still an illness, and here I am being judgemental on myself.

Self-stigmatisation is hard to stop. It’s what the world has taught us. That we should be strong, that being ‘sad’ isn’t an excuse not to get on with things. This has become so ingrained in our way of thinking that it’s hard to break out of. But we need to because it’s just plain wrong.

We need to be kinder to ourselves. We need to accept that mental illness can be, and is, just as debilitating as physical illness and we shouldn’t feel guilty about that. If we can’t stop beating ourselves up for having a bad day then how can we expect others to stop? It starts with us. We need to show the world a different way. Show people that it’s OK to slow down and rest when your having a bad mental health day, just like it’s OK to take the day off and sleep when your feeling physically unwell. We can do better.

Follow Me on Twitter!

I need a new challenge. I need something to focus on to keep my mind from wandering down avenues it shouldn’t, so I’ve decided to learn about Twitter.

I got a twitter account way back when it was a new thing, what is that? Ten years ago? Shit I’m old. I lasted one day, couldn’t work it out, got bored and shut it down. Earlier this year I tried again but didn’t really do much with it. Yesterday, I cleared out that account, renamed it and voilà – now The Nut Factory has its very own Twitter account.

You’re going to have to bear with me while I learn all the terminology and how everything works. Perhaps you could share your best Twitter tips in the comments for this newbie. In the mean time I’d love some follows. You can find me here @the_nut_factory 

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It’s Back, But I’m Fighting


I’ve been trying to ignore it, pretending it isn’t happening and everything is fine. But it isn’t and I can’t ignore it anymore. My mood has been dropping, admittedly for quite some time now, and I was hoping it would just go away on it’s own. You’d think I’d have learnt by now that that’s not how this works.

I have no motivation for anything. I had a list of things to do yesterday  the day before (it’s taken a couple of days to write this post in between watching You Tube and thinking I should sweep up the seed that my birds have flicked on the floor) and I only managed one thing – the washing – because we were all getting pretty desperate for clean clothes. I had been sending my youngest to bed in trackie pants and a jumper for the last couple of nights because he had no clean pyjamas left. I achieved nothing else, but I guess having clean clothes to wear is a start.

I don’t know if this is the cause or the effect of depression, bit like the chicken and the egg, but right now, every day feels the same. Every day bleeds into the next and nothing ever changes. I’m losing time, barely know what day it is and have no focus. It’s like a big abyss of nothingness. Like I’m just sitting here watching the movie of my life and none of this is even real.

My short term memory is terrible. If I don’t write something down as soon as I think of it the thought completely falls out my head. This frustrates me to no end. I can’t even get distracted by the smallest task without brain leakage.

I started going back to CMH a couple of weeks ago in the hope that might help but I don’t know if it is. The new girl, although she’s not really ‘new’ anymore, is still difficult to talk to. I’m giving it another chance but I’m not very hopeful. It’s not really her fault. I just have difficulty relating to her and knowing how to talk to her. I was meant to have an appointment today but when I went there, she wasn’t there. If I had answered my phone yesterday when she rang I would have known this but, you know, phone stuff and whatnot. I don’t answer unknown numbers and I couldn’t return her call after she left a message. Anyway, trying again tomorrow.

They say the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one. So I’m here, no longer ignoring this, admitting that this is starting to become problematic, and doing my best to fix it.

I have something special planned for my lovely readers in just over two weeks so aiming to have my shit sorted by then. Well try anyway. At the moment it’s something that’s keeping me going because I’m really excited about it. Watch this space.


P.S. See that lovely picture up there? That was taken by a fellow mental health blogger The Art of Broken and you can find more of her beautiful images free for you to use right here.

No More Silence

This is an extra guest blog for this week. Thanks to a very brave lady for writing this. She has requested to remain anonymous. 





My Social Worker

With tears in my eyes and a kind of pain that shakes you from the inside I asked you for a hug; to hold me because I was slipping, on the verge of falling apart. I felt comforted for the first time in years; I had no fear or reservations when you embraced me. My pain melted away as you patted my back and relief echoed in my mind when you encouraged the tears; encouraged me to feel my emotions. I felt accepted. I realized at that very moment I have not felt accepted since getting married. That I was once a mountain on the edge of the ocean that has been worn down to nothing more than grains of sand.

All these years I thought it was in my head. He is not abusive, that is just my depression talking. But today, you validated me. I was left speechless and confused. What do you mean it’s true? I asked you.

You saw our relationship for the truth of what it was. That my children and I were the victims of emotional, mental, and physical abuse.

The rational and logical part of my mind and heart knew he was abusing us. I knew he was a narcissist without the ability to have compassion or empathy. But again, I thought it was all in my head. That it was my fault he flew into rages. My depression made him mad; I wore my heart on my sleeve. I thought every word out of his mouth was a jab disguised as a joke; my sense of humor was flawed. I was too defensive when it came to my husband and I needed to lighten up.

But you, not just as a professional, but a compassionate human being saw it all for what it was. You said I needed time to heal and that with time I, too, would see the truth for what it was. That I would not be lost in his fog forever.

I asked you why I let you hug me. I hate being touched by people and that that was half my problem with my husband; I hated it when he touched me. You said it was because I felt safe with you.

I had to pull away to evaluate how I felt about that statement. It was true. My God, what had I done by allowing this to go on for so long?


My Husband

You made fun of me today. You make fun of me everyday. Don’t even try to hug me after laughing at me. But I let you anyway, because you forced the hug. I felt my body stiffen, I was hurt and did not get the joke. Why am I the subject of all your jokes? You make me feel bad; you make me feel ugly and worthless.

This is when the rationalization starts. You were bullied your entire life. By your father, kids at school; by everyone all the time. Maybe your bitterness has made you the bully? I can help you overcome that, I can fix you. I got this. So then I relax, forgive, and let you hug me.

Your tactics are hard to recognize unless you know what you’re looking for. To the outside world your chill and relaxed, a laid back, endearing nerdy type person. But when our front door closes you can be a monster.

You target my oldest son like your father targeted your brother. You are so mean to him. Always making fun of him, riding his ass like he’s a small country that needs your dictatorship to rule over. You constantly pick on him, call everything he does “stupid”, or worse “retarded”. You use everything against him and are always looking for ammunition.

I tried telling you about generational curses and you were becoming like your father. That is when you get mad and fly into a rage saying I was stupid and didn’t have a degree so I had no idea what I was talking about. But husband, I’m no idiot. Life and experience does not require a degree.

Toady, my son exploded. I tried to break up the fight but you were both  too strong so I got the smaller kids out of the room. My son bloodied your lip and you blacked his eye. But my son is a fifteen year old child and you are a thirty year old man. What you have just done is abuse.

You told me how close you came to snapping his neck. That scared me so, so badly. I was afraid of you and so was my son. The day my son pulled the knife on you was because he remembered the fight where you had him in a headlock and later said you almost broke his neck. He heard all of that.

You called the cops when my son pulled the knife. Told people YOU did not feel safe in the home. You wanted a divorce because YOU were being abused. You said that you never hit me or my child with a closed fist. That all the holes in the walls and doors were from my son, not you. But it was all a lie! You lied through your teeth! All because of your career and if the truth came out you would be brought up on charges!

I’m glad you called the cops. Now, people know. The truth is out. Nobody is playing your game, they see right through you. In our session with the social worker, I’m glad you lied. I saw you for who you really are. I’m no longer blinded by my co dependency or my need to save everyone. There is no saving some people. I gave you six years, I poured my soul into you trying to help you overcome your own demons. But some truths are too big for some people; and some people are just too weak to overcome those truths.


My Social Worker

As you held me in your comforting embrace I asked you how come everyone in my life ends up hurting me? I asked you what is so wrong with me that I have been the victim of abuse so many times?

The look of compassion in your eyes brought out more tears as you told me that it was because it was all I knew. It was familiar. To be treated with love and respect was foreign to me and I did not know how to handle it so I pushed genuine people away, traded them in for the familiar.


That ends right now. No more silence.



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Finding Balance in Prescription Opioids and Therapeutic Benefits

Thanks to Crystal  from Courtesy of Crystal for writing this weeks guest post.


capsules, cure, drug

Growing up in the United States, I have always been surrounded by medicine- whether it be by my trip to the pharmacy, watching televised advertisements, or simply driving down the interstate drowned by billboard endorsements. For me, this was the norm. This was the way the world was. Free to get any over-the-counter medication at any time and have no serious effect due to it.

It was not until recent years that I started teaching literacy health courses to refugees coming into the middle Tennessee region that I noticed such huge gaps in their living lifestyle. Not only were they new to the concept of over-the-counter medications, but they explained that an appointment and diagnosis had to be made even for a small bottle of Tylenol. Tylenol. Something that we, as Americans, take for granted and even stock up on at times.

What does this all mean? Medicine is shaping the way we live and perceive our lives. Sure, we all know that one person that seems to have all over-the-counter medications simply because they decided to go on a mad google search in hopes of staying ‘healthy’ forever. But what happens when doctors themselves start to get prescription happy? How does that change the way we now perceive life? How does that change our story?

As of this year, fifty-one percent of all opioid medications were prescribed and distributed to those with mental health issues. In other words, of the 115 million prescriptions, this reached 60 million vulnerable individuals.

But Crystal, are you not pursuing medicine? Are you not supposed to be advocating for and not against medicinal practice? While, yes, I do believe in medicine and what it can do, it is also critical to know where the line stands. The line that divides fighting free radicals and full-out attacking the entire body. Overdose is a huge issue and mental health patients are its main target. The numbers do not lie.

As a CNA, I have worked in a healthcare facility that includes over 95% of its residents on some sort of medication for depression or anxiety. Medicine in moderation helps the physical body improve, medicine without moderation can reverse these effects in a complete 180 degree turn. Most, at this point, have become fully dependent on their medication- they refuse even get out of bed and start their day if pills have not been present near their bedside table. That it their reality. That is how they perceive their life. That is how medicine, without moderation, shaped them.

It is undebatable at this point that mental health is an issue this world faces. One in every five adults have some sort of mental health condition. Youth mental health is worsening- severe depression is being diagnosed at exponential rates. The society by which we live in today: tight busy schedules, payments to make left and right, easy access to the lives of others through social media, and so much more, are all ingredients that add on to conduction of several issues. That is the bad news, the good news is that we can control and manage all of this without having to become dependent on medication.

  1. Give your head some personal space — Get up five or ten minutes earlier in the morning to reflect on the previous day and what you can improve on now in the present moment.
  2. Set goals for yourself — Get a piece of paper and fold in into four sections. Today, this week, this month, long-term. Keep these goals separate in each section and focus on Today. Focus your mind on one thing at a time.
  3. Take care of your body —Eat nutritious food. Drink plenty of water. Find an exercise you like and stick to it. Get plenty of sleep (seven to eight hours each night).
  4. Value yourself — This is the most important. Know that you are doing the best you can. Be proud of your accomplishments and value yourself as an individual. You are worthy and should be treated with respect and kindness.

There is no need for anyone to cross the line. Taking small step can make such a huge impact in the long run. Mental health is unique to every individual- and we need to start treating it as such.


This weeks guest blog was written by Crystal Lemus from Courtesy of Crystal.

Crystal Lemus is currently a third year undergraduate student at Belmont University located in Nashville, Tennessee. Her primary scholastic focuses are within Neuroscience. She teaches health literacy courses to incoming refugees, leads medical mission trips to other countries, is a research intern at Vanderbilt’s Psychiatric lab, and travels through the Brain Injury Association of TN to gather brain injury survivor stories and to advocate for mental health.

Be sure to check out her blog and share some love! You can also find her on Instagram here.


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Why I Need Specifics

vague statements


As someone with anxiety, statements like these stress me out. Does “soonish” mean in ten minutes or an hour? The arvo is a long time, does it mean 1pm? 3pm? 4.23pm? When? Later? What? Argh!

Vague statements like this don’t answer my questions. They don’t allow me to prepare for whatever it is that’s coming. Do I have time to head to the post office to buy stamps before you arrive? What if something happens and I’m not ready? What if I arrive too early in the arvo and you’re busy with something?

I much prefer people give me specific times, or at least as close as possible to a specific time. Even “around three o’clock” is better than “later”. At least then I have an idea of what you expect and how long I have to get ready.

I get anxious when I don’t know whats going on. I hate being late. I hate the thought of keeping you waiting. I also don’t like not knowing what to expect. Without knowing specific times I have trouble planning my day and I’m someone who likes to know what’s coming next. I’m not a huge fan of surprises.

Knowing what time your coming or what time we are meeting also gives me time to prepare. I know that I have to get dressed and tidy the house by a certain time because that’s when your coming. Sometimes I need to mentally prepare myself if we’ve arranged to meet in a crowded or noisy space like a cafe. Giving me a specific time allows me to do what I need to do before the event happens.

I also don’t like to be early. If you tell me to “come over in the arvo” I worry that I’m going to interrupt you eating lunch or doing something else. If you give me an exact, or even rough time, I know that you are expecting me and that I’m not going to bother you.

I also really appreciate it when people tell me when there has been a change in plans. If the time has to change for whatever reason or if even if you’re just running a little late, it really helps ease the anxiety if I know what’s going on.

The problem with all this is that I also have trouble asking for what I need. I worry that asking you questions to clarify things will annoy you. Sometimes I do ask and am met with more vagueness. I don’t want to keep pestering you for answers and because of this I end up sitting in my anxiety trying to guess what is going on. I wish I could just let it go and be more relaxed about these things but I can’t. I like to have a plan and know exactly what’s going on.