No Bullshit!

I was talking online to a friend of mine about the blog a couple of days ago. She said that she had been enjoying it but what she loved about it most of all was that I wasn’t hiding the fact that I have depression. It struck me as being an interesting thing for her to say, but as I mulled over the statement, I realised how true it was.


In my family, we were taught from an early age to call things as we saw them. The phrases, Call a spade a bloody shovel and You’re not backwards in coming forward were often heard when people spoke of the family. Even now, if I think someone is being an idiot…I’ll tell them no matter the consequences. Better to be honest than a liar!!

As a student of psychology, I am fully aware of the stigma that can and often is attached to mental health issues. I have seen too many young friends commit suicide due to them. When I recognised that I was becoming depressed after dad’s passing, I knew I needed help and took myself straight to the doctors. Anyone who knows me well knows that this is highly unusual as I hate going to the doctors, even when sick. Added to this is the fact I hate taking medication of any kind, even my daily dose of antihistamines for my ongoing sinus issues. So imagine how much I’m enjoying having to take medication to help me sleep!!

My aim in writing this blog is to be brutally honest about what I’m going through in the hope that it can help others who find themselves in the same boat. If offence is caused I offer my apologies in advance but I don’t see the point of sugarcoating things just to make people feel better…trust me… it just doesn’t help. I just hope that I can help one person see that they are not alone.



…. And That’s All…

Have been a huge fan of Phil Collins and Mike Rutherford (of Mike & The Mechanics fame) for as long as I can remember and am fast becoming a fan of Tony Banks’ awesome keyboard skills. Rediscovered this song a few weeks ago after hearing it on IHeart Radio and thought it was well worth the share.



Not All Families Are Related By Blood




Following on from my previous post about finding my true north, this evening I took a huge leap out of my comfort zone and returned to the scene of some of the greatest moments of my life.


For ten years, on the first and third Mondays of the month, you would find me attending Toastmasters meetings. I even had the honour of being the youngest President in my club’s history and being crowned the club’s “Toastmaster of the Year” but, as I was also studying at the time and near the end of my degree, some things had to be let go and sadly, Toastmasters was one of them. However, I kept in regular contact with my club and promised that I would eventually find my way back to meetings.

One excuse followed another and with dad’s passing, it never seemed to be the right time. Even with the depression that I am now suffering from, I decided that tonight was the night that I would take a leap of faith and head back to Toastmasters.

I am not ashamed to say that it took a huge effort for me to get dressed and head out the door. I very nearly talked myself out of going along with nearly having a massive panic attack, but I got out the door and heading to the meeting.

To say I was very nervous about going back after all this time would be the understatement of the year!! I was nervous about how I would be received and how members would react around me after dad’s passing. But all this evaporated after knocking on the door and seeing the delight on faces of those I considered true friends and the warm hugs I also felt. It was truly as if I had never left and I found myself giving a great deal of consideration to re-joining.

Getting out of my comfort zone may have been one of the hardest things I have done, but it truly exceeded every single expectation I had. It was truly as if I had never left and I’m sure I’ll be attending more meetings in the future (and who knows….I may even become a member again).




Finding Your True North.



I have been struggling to think of what to write in this post. Sure, I’ve had plenty of ideas but none that seemed quite right. I thought of writing about the truly awesome time Mum and I had at Questacon while we were away (don’t worry, that will definitely be a post for another time) or the pros and cons of being a coffee addict. But I was watching one of my favourite shows, “Gotham”, when a quote struck me as being perfect for this post.

“You must find your true north Master Bruce.” Alfred Pennyworth to Bruce Wayne.

True north is defined as “the direction north according to the Earth’s axis, i.e.. not magnetic north as shown on a compass.” True north differs to magnetic north due to magnetic abnormalities that occur all over the earth and a compass will never show true north due to these changes. However, the point Alfred was making to Bruce was that only he could find his true path in life no matter what that ended up being (and we all know which superhero Bruce becomes!!) He would guide him along the way but only Bruce could make the ultimate choice of what or who he would become and the man he would grow up to be.

Up until recently, I was fairly confident in knowing where my true north lay. It was heading me in the direction of further study in my chosen field, Criminology in order to start me on the path of achieving my dream of either becoming a forensic scientist or the state Coroner for the state of New South Wales. While I am sure that this is and will be where I’m heading, the pull of my magnetic north is threatening to pull me away and derail my dreams.

Now I know you’re all thinking that grief takes time to deal with and rationally I am fully aware that you are correct in thinking this. I have often thought of how many times I have mindlessly said this to people I know who have been dealing with what I am currently going through. My only hope is that I know when enough time has passed and can find my true north again, heading towards my ultimate goal.

I hope you find your true north too friends.







Okay . I’m going to put this out there from the get go. Grief sucks. There…I said it!! It sucks BIG TIME!! Having said that though, there are some “good things” to come from it.

Now that’s out of the way, one good thing (if you can call it that) that has come from dad’s passing is that I have finally been able to get my hands on photos from birth to the present day of my younger brother and I and tonight I hit the mother lode and found my baby albums!! I have been wanting to get my hands on them for years and given that I am a scrapbooker, the information and photos contained in them will be very useful.


Given that I was born over 40 years ago, it’s quite amusing to see what baby me looked like along with seeing how young my parents were when I was born. Seeing how young my now deceased grandparents were when I was born (I am the eldest grandchild on my mother’s side of the family and the youngest granddaughter on my father’s side) was another highlight. I’m not sure if I’ll take the photos and cards out of the albums they’re in or just leave them as is.

Any thoughts friends…would love to hear what you think.


“For We Are Young And Free”–A visit to the War Memorial Part 2

As mentioned in my last post, Mum and I returned to the War Memorial on Thursday 15th June to attend the Last Post Ceremony which is held at 4:55pm each day. It had been a long held bucket list dream not only to go to the Memorial, but to attend the ceremony so when it actually happened, I couldn’t quite believe that I was actually there.

We had spent the afternoon going back through the Memorial, viewing exhibits that we didn’t get to see in any depth when we were there on Monday. One exhibit that I couldn’t tear myself away from was the mighty Avro Lancaster bomber known as “G For George.”


As you can see from the picture above, “George” is a truly impressive sight and the picture certainly doesn’t do it justice. He was a part of an exhibit called “Striking By Night” which tells the story of Bomber Command and the brave souls who flew the missions….and quite often didn’t come home. Watching and listening to the audio visual display brought home just how dangerous these missions were. It was no wonder that over 55,000 casualties came from Bomber Command, including the man who was honoured at the day’s Last Post Ceremony—Flight Sergeant Trevor Turner Clarke.

Clarke’s story can be heard on the following video which was the livestream of the Last Post Ceremony held on Thursday 15th June 2017 at the Memorial.  As you will see, it was a truly moving experience that made standing in the freezing cold well worth it.

Lest We Forget–A Visit to the War Memorial Part 1




As many of you know, I recently spent a week in Canberra with my mother. While the trip was an amazing experience in and of itself, one of the many highlights was the two days we spent at the War Memorial.

From the moment we laid eyes on the front of the Memorial on a cold and foggy Monday morning, I was immediately struck by how imposing the building is.  It rose out of the fog and imposed its presence on the viewer straight away so that could you were simply unable to tear your eyes away from it….and that was before we even got inside.


Once we went through the mandatory bag and security checks, we walked into the building and were greeted by the bust of my great hero and founder of the Memorial, CEW Bean.  Charles Bean was the official Australian War Historian and Correspondent during the First World War. He spent the entire war behind the front lines with the Aussie troops and witnessed the brutality of the war first hand. I had only finished re-reading Ross Coulthart’s wonderful biography on Bean a couple of weeks before the visit which was impeccable timing as always so to be greeted by the man I had long admired, in the place that he had created, was a real treat for me.

Mum and I decided to go on the “Overview Tour” which gave you a brief glimpse of the Memorial and allowed you to go back and look at the exhibits that you were interested in more thoroughly at a later time. I had told our guide that I was particularly interested in Bean and he made a point to show me his suitcase, typewriter, identity disc and a Union Jack flag which Bean had stolen during his evacuation from Gallipoli.

We had hoped to stay for the Last Post Ceremony which is held at 4:55 pm each day, but given that it was the Monday of the Long Weekend and also the school holidays for the ACT had just started,  we decided to come back later in the week.

We went back on the Thursday of our week there….but that story will be told in my next post.



So Here We Are…

Welcome to my blog. Kick off your shoes, grab a cuppa, pull up a chair and make yourself at home.

My name is Megan (AKA Gauky76). I’m a 40+ female who lives in a small country town in Northern New South Wales, Australia called Inverell. I have been flirting with the idea of starting a blog for a few years, but have finally decided it’s now or never and taken the plunge.

Ever since I was child, I have always loved to write. The physical act of picking up a pen and putting it to paper has always provided great comfort and a way to make sense of things. As a result, I have amassed a huge collection of notebooks and pens. But given that we live in the age of technology and I spend more time in front of the laptop than I don’t, I figured that I might try a blog. No promises that it will be earth shatteringly brilliant, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I am hoping to update most days, but at the very least, it will be weekly or bi-weekly. I hope you’ll find the blog interesting and stick around for a while.

Welcome once again,