No Ceiling Therapy

05/11/2026

05/11/2026

Good day to you!!!

Picture this.

It’s morning, You’ve opened your eyes – blinked a few times. You realise you aren't dreaming anymore. And the first thought that pops into your mind without much effort, is filled with nothing short of doom and gloom – which you say to yourself,

“F**k’s sake here I go again!”

Yes, congratulations. It’s another day of being you. Living a life that you thought would be different – one in which you had won the lottery and it involved swanning about leisurely until you decided what action you wanted to take. But that isn't how it planned out.

Now. Picture this.

It's morning, You’ve opened your eyes – blinked a few times. You realise you aren't dreaming anymore. And the first thought that pops into your mind without much effort, is filled with nothing short of doom and gloom – which you say to yourself,

“I notice that part of my mind is being a fu***ng Tuesday again, but I'm not going to let it ruin my day. I haven't even got out of bed or had a coffee yet. And if it thinks i’m playing this game, this early, it can chill the f**k out. Stop mithering me, mind. Let me come to”

Yes, congratulations. It’s another day of being you. Living a life that you thought would be different – one in which you had won the lottery and it involved swanning about leisurely until you decided what action you wanted to take. But that isn't how it planned out.

However, the life you are living right now is real, and you can change the outcome by being in control of how you respond to your own narrative. And the good part? The only person who can change that is you.

All the best

Ash

04/11/2026

Push-ups are one of the simplest ways to test your strength and fitness, requiring no kit and very little space. This standards test can give you a clearer picture of how your upper-body strength stacks up.

04/11/2026

Good day to you!!!

We are all going to die! Well, someday. When? I don't know. Who knows?

But, let me tell you something you may not know...

There's no winners in this thing we call LIFE. We can't beat DEATH. So don't even attempt to either, because when the grim reaper comes to collect you, it's of no use arguing the toss because it's time to leave, no questions asked.

However!

Imagine a game where the odds are against you. Now. What are you going to do?

Say,“What's the point? It's of no use, I'm going to lose anyway?”

Imagine having that attitude. I used to tell myself similar things, that would make me feel like my LIFE was pointless.

Until I realised that DEATH is inevitable – inevitable for all of us. I acknowledge that. But I'm not going to throw in the towel. Even on days when it feels like I'm being put through an emotional rollercoaster of tests… after test… after test. The towel stays firmly in the corner where I back myself.

I know with all the LIFE of me I'm never going to win against DEATH. And when that occasion comes for me. It can have me, and I want DEATH to say,

“F**K ME, MR COLLINGS. EVEN WITH THE ODDS AGAINST YOU, YOU MANAGED TO LIVE YOUR LIFE ON YOUR TERMS.”

Death loves an underdog, because against all the odds the underdog's endeavour is to keep… on… going.

Don't fret about the finish line, because that's not mine or your problem, that's a DEATH issue. We haven't got the time to be worrying about that s**t, instead... we should be keen on actively living.

All the best

Ash

03/11/2026

Good day to you!!!

Remember people… Men are simple creatures – keep their bellies full and their balls depleted.

I think men are more individually complex than that just like every woman is in their own unique way. And when I say complex, I mean there's not one size fits all, no hymn sheet that's the same, not one identifiable similarity.

As we all know, men's mental health is an issue. And there's places for men for them to go get help when they are struggling. And we all know there are some men who don't want to talk about what's going on for them and will keep it to themselves, bottled up because to them it's safer that way.

I remember not wanting to talk about how I was feeling because there was a part of me that was terrified of the thought of not being liked.

And there was also a part of me that was completely fed up with talking about my feelings, because all I wanted to do was to be in control because I wanted to be able to understand my emotions on my terms.

And there was another part of me that wanted to white knuckle, and go at it alone. Because if I can keep going through the hard times it will demonstrate to the entire world just how resilient and courageous I really am. Hey look what I've achieved by keeping it all to myself. This is all great for a Hollywood movie. But… in reality, not a chance.

In my experience as a man, I found talking therapy worked for me but only so far. Like most things in life it ran its course. And saying that it then directed me into a new direction and I decided I would have to go in search of different ways to express my emotions, because the soft sofa, with the comfy cushions, whilst sitting opposite someone just wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to find more ways of being understood, if not just by someone else, then at least by myself.

This took many forms whether that be going to the gym, exercising, trying new sports, taking up art, writing and typing to purge my feelings on to paper, and learning new techniques to manage my own emotional state. This was all for one attainable goal – To understand more about the complexities of what it means to be me – as my entire being is made up of a multitude of parts.

There are men out there who don't want to sit in a room and talk about how they're feeling, and I dont blame them, being vulnerable in front of a complete stranger is fu***ng frightening, and I get instead would prefer to find different approaches so they can understand themselves even more, rather than being seen as someone who requires regular fuelling and occasional bleeding just to maintain their sanity.

I suppose the starting point to understanding and finding out what men really want when it comes to men's mental health, and them expressing themselves – would be to simply ask them.

All the best

Ash

02/11/2026

Good day to you!!!

Have you got a song in you that you haven't yet sung?
Or a picture you haven't yet painted?
Or a story you haven't yet written?

Imagine not expressing yourself in a way that you can and as you take your last breath it's now too late to do anything about it. Now. This may sound bleak, but unfortunately it's true. True for most of us.

If I don't act and express myself before it's too late, then it looks like it's going to be the next life until I get another chance. But why wait for reincarnation to get started?

Self-expression begins every morning, as soon as I wake up. Well. Probably not straight away. But, after I've come to, or at least after I've had my first coffee or two.

And if I prevent that part of me that wants to be expressed by keeping it out of reach, pushing it back down further and further away, hidden from anyone to see. But at what cost? Who in the end benefits from this?

Expressing myself has absolutely nothing to do with getting acknowledgement from anyone else, or waiting for their permission. It’s about acknowledging that part of me that doesn't want to be concealed, but instead freed from the prison which I built brick… by…. brick.

All the best

Ash

01/11/2026

Good day to you!!!

The problem is that it's everyone else, but me. Yeah, of course it is.

What was it that Einstein said? Something like, “If you keep doing the same thing over and over again, there's a chance you are appearing a tad unhinged”.

Now. I’m paraphrasing a bit here, but I remember doing the same thing repeatedly, getting nowhere and arriving at the same result. And in the end, I ended up losing the fu***ng plot, big time. But remember, the problem is that it's everyone else, but me.

Nothing like being the starring role playing the victim in my own narrative, my own blockbuster film called Woe Is Me. And its sequel out next summer, I don't need to change, it's the world that has the issue. It's those prized pricks out there causing all my bother.

But are they, though? Is it not just a story that I'm retelling myself?

What am I going to do?
Nothing. I will whinge and moan, and play the wounded casualty.

Am I going to get the help I need? Probably not, there's a part of me that's unconsciously masochistic – it enjoys the hardship that I allow myself to endure.

Am I going to listen to the advice from my close friends and loved ones? Am. I. F**k. Because what do they know? Although, they can listen to me bitch and moan whilst I carry on regardless.

Getting myself wrapped up in the same situation and expecting a different outcome every time is absolutely bonkers. It's insane of me to think otherwise.

Instead of seeing myself as the victim which I tell myself – I will at least aim to see myself as an underdog in my story.

Because when I see myself as the underdog, not a victim. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll see my suffering as only a challenge, an obstacle and use that to drive me towards change, and not to stay wallowing in the swamp of external blame.

All the best

Ash

31/10/2026

📖 Occhiolism — The Beautiful Word That Reminds Us How Little We Truly Know! ✨

WORD OF THE DAY: OCCHIOLISM (noun)

Have you ever looked at the vast night sky and realized how small your perspective is compared to the endless universe? 🌠

That humbling realization is called OCCHIOLISM.

Meaning: The humbling realization that your view of reality is only a tiny window into something infinitely larger.

✨ Example: “Gazing at the stars, he felt occhiolism — a beautiful ache wrapped in wonder.”

💡 A little reminder: The more we learn, the more we realize how much there is still to discover.

Note: Occhiolism is a coined, uncommon word.

31/10/2026

Good day to you!!!

Why can't I be happy? Because my happiness depends on certain conditions being in place for me to be happy.

For instance, working at a job that pays the bills which I've done for so long, but I'm becoming less fond of it over the years. And having to serve some of the great British public who I'll be honest, have the social etiquette of a freshly laid dog turd. Yep, that will just about do it.
And there are occasions when I wish I had been born into a wealthy family, maybe the royal family, you know, one where all I have to do is very little work, but does include a lot of waving.

Okay, I'll admit these things get in the way of my happiness, but after all, some of these conditions are out of my control.

Yeah I could leave my job and change my current situation, however the real issue is my inner belief that I have – if only my circumstances were different, it would help massively towards my endeavour for happiness. But, will it though? Is it balls.

And, I'm not saying I can't be unhappy, and some people in this world behave like absolute bellends. Thankfully I can't change how they behave.

And yeah, my dream job of being an aristocratic lay about is out of the question – I know my wife far too well now, and know she would disapprove. She'd definitely say,

“Here's your stuff soft lad, now get out” whilst handing me all my belongings in bin bags.

However, making demands so I have the right conditions to be happy is making me sound like a right fu***ng drama queen.

And if my happiness depends on the right conditions being in place then it's not happiness, it's not real – it's fake, it's made up – it's something that pretends to be happiness, it's absolutely snide.

Real happiness is unconditional, and it’s not about rearranging externally, but rearranging and developing a deeper understanding internally. For f**k's sakes. That means even more work to do on myself.

All the best

Ash