Gypsy Williams

First blog in a while

I've been having a really hard time going up and down with mental health, I did walk 10kms yesterday doing my shopping, but I won't be walking far today as my cat (stranger) has just had 5 kittens :) Share

Craft

Today I've been doing some diy craft projects and ideas, and still walked at least 10kms all up today going to the shops and back, and on day 6 I'm already at 57kms out of my 100 I might need to up my KMs for the month Share

Day 2(nan's funeral today)

I won't upload my progress til later again but today has been a hard day for me so instead of putting up a smile and a kind thing, I'm gonna post my speech I didn't get to say at my Nan's funeral today as no one but my cousin spoke and the funeral director didn't even ask if anyone else had anything they wanted to say- Today, I want to say goodbye to my Nanna. To me, she was Nanna. And to my kids, she was Nanna 2. When I think about Nanna, one of the first memories that comes to my mind is going to bingo with her and Mum when I was pregnant. I didn't realise at the time just how much I would come to miss those times. Bingo at Glenelg football club on Tuesday and Thursday were always the best days, and I really miss having those moments with my Nanna and my Mum. Nanna was loving, happy, strong-willed and definitely stubborn in her ways. She knew what she thought, and she wasn't afraid to let you know it. She absolutely hated smoking, too. I will never forget the times she used to pick on Aunty Deb for smoking. That's one of those little things that still makes me smile when I think about her. And then there were all the little things that made her Nanna. There were always biscuits in the biscuit tin, especially Tim tams. She would let us feed the fish in the fish tank. They might sound like little things, but they're the memories that stay with you. They're the ordinary moments that become precious when you realise you won't get to have them again. Nanna was always there for everyone. She never wanted to take sides, even when the family wasn't getting along and things weren't the way they used to be. She always loved everyone, and I think more than anything, she wanted her family to be close. Nanna was the family glue, just as much as Pop was. They were both such an important part of what brought our family together. And I think that's why I miss those Christmases so much — having everyone together, whether it was at Aunty Deb's, Aunty Sheryl's or Uncle Darryl's or at mums house. It wasn't about whose house we were at. It was about everyone being there. All the cousins together, and all of us growing up alongside each other. I wish our kids could have experienced that closeness too. I wish they could have known the feeling of having the whole family together the way we once did. And even though dementia and her illness and family drama had taken away so much of what we used to do together a long time before she passed, I still missed those things. I missed seeing her. I missed bingo. I missed hearing the stories about her and Pop's trips to Katherine. Sometimes I wish we could all just go to bingo one more time, sit together, and listen to those stories again. One last big family Christmas. But one of the biggest things Nanna taught me, without ever needing to say it, is that love does exist. I loved seeing Nanna and Pop together. I miss seeing them together. Even though they slept in separate beds and even had separate rooms, you could still see the love they had for each other. It was there in the little things, in the way they were together. And I'm happy knowing that Nanna gets to be with Pop again. Before Nanna passed, I got to see her one last time. She was sleeping while I was there, but I sat with her and talked to her. I told her that I loved her. I told her I missed her. And I told her I was sorry I hadn't come to see her more. I don't know if she could hear me, but I really hope somewhere, somehow, she did. Because there are things we always wish we'd done differently. More visits. More conversations. More time. But I don't want my last memories of Nanna to be about what I didn't do. I want to remember the bingo trips. The biscuit tin. Feeding the fish. Christmases with everyone together. The stories about Katherine. The way she loved everyone. The way she tried to keep the peace. The way she loved Pop. And all those little moments that seemed ordinary at the time but mean so much now. Nanna, I wish we could have one more Christmas together. One more game of bingo. One more story about you and Pop. One more chance to have everyone together. But most of all, I hope that when we think of you, we don't only think about losing you. I hope we remember you laughing. We remember the happy times. We remember the family. And we remember how much you loved us all. Thank you for being our Nanna. And thank you for all the memories. I love you, Nanna. And I hope you're happy to finally be back with Pop. Until we meet again. Share

Day one

Today through the whole day til 9.58pm I have walked 13883 steps equally 8.60KMs out of my 100kms,, that has just been doing my shopping and walking to aje from the shops and around my house Share

First day

Half way through day one and I've done 11274 steps which is 6.99kms I'll upload the finished amount before I go to bed tonight but that's almost 7km out of 100km on day one Share

My story

One Foot Forward 👣 100 kilometres for mental health this October I’ve decided to put one foot in front of the other — literally. Throughout October, I’m taking on a challenge to walk 100 kilometres in support of mental health awareness. For me, this isn't just about reaching 100 km. It’s about everything that can happen when you keep moving forward, even when life feels incredibly heavy. There have been times in my life when simply getting through the day has felt like an achievement. Times when depression, trauma, stress and everything happening around me made it difficult to see much further than the moment I was in. But I’m learning that healing doesn't always happen in huge, dramatic moments. Sometimes it's getting out of bed. Sometimes it's taking a breath before reacting. Sometimes it's choosing yourself. Sometimes it's walking around the block when you'd rather stay inside. Sometimes it's simply putting one foot forward. That’s where this challenge comes from. Over the years, I've spent a lot of time trying to understand myself, my emotions, my experiences and the things that have shaped me. I've started exploring mindfulness and Buddhism, learning more about being present, letting things pass without holding onto them, and finding a little more peace within myself. I’m still learning. I don't have everything figured out. And honestly, I don't think I'm supposed to. This October, I want every kilometre to be a reminder that progress doesn't have to be perfect. 100 km. One step at a time. I'll be sharing parts of the journey here — the walks, the difficult days, the good days, the thoughts that come along the way, and hopefully a few moments where I can remind someone else that they aren't alone. If you're struggling with your mental health, I hope you remember this: You don't have to have your whole life figured out today. You don't have to run. You don't even have to know exactly where you're going. Sometimes you just need to take the next step. One foot forward. 👣 #OneFootForward #MentalHealthAwareness #MentalHealthMatters #100KmChallenge #OctoberChallenge #WalkingForMentalHealth #OneStepAtATime #YouAreNotAlone #MentalHealthJourney Share