SIMON MORRELL

Recovery From Poor Mental Health

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Transform Your Fear Into Strength. We need courage, determination, a little bit of luck and some strong support,

FEAR was the first article I ever wrote and was published in a National magazine. Here it is reprinted.

Real Fear. It can either cripple us, or we can conquer it.

Chapter One First came the rat. It was a big black, horrible bastard that just jumped out of the wall and ran at me.

That Unforgettable Feeling, The Undeniable Dream. We have all had it. If we are lucky, we have it more than once, and if we work hard at our dreams, well, it just may happen several times.

We all have potential; it is how we use it that counts. Unlock Your Potential. We all have potential; it is how we use it that counts. I hope this short talk helps you unlock yours.

Dedication Goes A Long Way. No matter what our goals are, we need dedication to achieve them. Please listen in and see what I mean.

I thought I had my first panic attack at the age of nineteen. On the last day of a trip to America with Julie, I started to feel unwell, for no particular reason. If you have suffered a panic attack, you will be familiar with the symptoms. The feeling of ‘not being there’, as if a film has covered your eyes and things are being seen from a distance. And that first twinge of anxiety when you realise something is not quite right. If this is your first time, you will be alarme

I thought I had my first panic attack at the age of nineteen. On the last day of a trip to America with Julie, I started to feel unwell, for no particular reason. If you have suffered a panic attack, you will be familiar with the symptoms. The feeling of ‘not being there’, as if a film has covered your eyes and things are being seen from a distance.

The Gift of Adversity. When we are in the middle of a conflict or a tough time in general, it can seem never-ending and hopeless, but I hope this short talk will help you see it differently.

Life After Panic Attacks. Yes, we do have lives after panic attacks, and they are there to be lived

Do You  Suffer From Panic Attacks? Don’t lose hope because there is a way past them, there is a way to feel like your old, carefree self again.

Freedom From Fear. Well, that would be nice, wouldn’t it? Imagine a life without fear. No anxiety, no distressing adrenaline releases, nothing to be frightened of. Now imagine standing at a busy road, seeing a truck hurtling down the inside lane and stepping out in front of you. Imagine being hit by it. Imagine that. Why would you do such a thing? What on earth possessed you to put yourself directly in front of a seven-ton truck doing 50 miles per hour? It is because you hav

A Murder of Crows.Tommo, Thomas really, but Tommo is his preferred choice of name, leaves his place of work after a hard day of toil. It is a ghastly factory in an even more ghastly area, but it pays the way in the world. First, he is on the small machines and then, at the hands of a malicious foreman who thinks he should do better, the big machines. The ones that really test you, ones you are only supposed to work for a couple of hours, but no, his boss sees to it he is on t

A COUPLE OF SHORT TALKS TO HELP YOU ON YOUR WAY. We all need help, encouragement and advice to help us along our path, and the Lord knows I have had enough people help me.

Mentoring by Morrell. With a very tough and challenging start in life, Simon went on to use his experiences to help others overcome their fears, anxieties and battles, to become successful in their own fields. Some went on to write books, become Black Belts, Champions, Public Speakers and other influential roles. Let Simon help you do the same.

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The Wrong Coloured Coat, a True Story I sat on the train home very happy with both myself and my purchase. A lone trip out from North Wales to Manchester, to the semi-famous underground market where I parted with my hard-earned money, my wage packet from my father’s factory slightly bulging with overtime, but soon to be emptied in exchange for my return ticket, a small coffee and my new pride and joy. A leather jacket, the type I had had my eye on for some months and now, th