SHANE​ WARREN

Trump wasn’t a candidate despite his cruelty. He was a candidate because of it. Not because everyone who voted for him is cruel. That’s lazy thinking and it’s not what I believe. But because he gave a certain kind of person, along with a certain kind of impulse, public permission.

When life feels like a wave you’re struggling to ride, having the right coach by your side can make all the difference. That’s where Shane Warren steps in. Based in the beautiful Surfers Paradise, Shane offers transformative personal growth coaching that helps you build emotional resilience and unlock your true potential. If you’re ready to embrace change and grow in ways you never thought possible, this post is for you.

Personal growth and emotional resilience are journeys we all embark on at some point. Sometimes, the path feels clear and smooth. Other times, it’s more like navigating a dense forest without a map. That’s where online therapeutic coaching steps in, offering a guiding light right from the comfort of your own space. I’m excited to share how this modern approach can unlock your potential and help you thrive.

Life throws curveballs. Sometimes, it feels like a relentless game of dodgeball where the balls are stress, setbacks, and unexpected challenges. But here’s the good news: you can learn to catch those balls with grace and bounce back stronger.

Generative AI has drifted, quietly but decisively, into the mental health ecosystem. It is no longer a hypothetical adjunct. It is a lived behaviour. Population studies now show that a meaningful proportion of adolescents and young adults use AI chatbots for mental health advice, often monthly, and most report that the advice “helps.” Professional bodies are sufficiently concerned that formal advisories now warn the public about safety, evidence gaps, and the risk of harm, pa

I’ve been noticing something lately, and I’m trying to name it without turning into the cranky guy yelling at clouds. It’s this… vibe. A kind of social theatre that plays out in comment sections, on talkback, at family dinners, in workplace kitchens. The place where someone says, “I’m just asking questions,” but it doesn’t feel like a question. It feels like a door gently closing.

There’s a name for this weird little void we tumble into every year, that space between Christmas and New Year’s Eve when time stops making sense, calories stop counting, and the line between “afternoon nap” and “existential crisis” gets deliciously blurry. It’s called Gooch Week.

Freedom of speech… or freedom to be a nuisance with a microphone?

When fear rises, when the world feels brittle, when people are tempted to retreat into suspicion or anger, the instinct is to pull the light inward protect it, hide it, ration it. Hanukkah does something else. It puts the light where others can see it.

If you squint, the ban looks sensible. The harms are real; the stories are heartbreaking; the platforms have been slow to grow up. A hard age line feels like action.