It’s been a while since my last post on The Modern Day Caveman, and there are a few reasons for that.
As you may remember, I moved to York to live with my girlfriend. Unfortunately, that only lasted around two weeks. While visiting my parents back in Chester for a few days, I went out for a run, took a nasty fall, and ended up fracturing my ankle. I’ve spent the last four weeks in a boot, which has been a nightmare, and I’ve ended up back at my parents’ house over the Christmas period.
Squeamish warning: photo of my extremely swollen ankle below!

I’ve also not blogged for a while because, quite simply, life got in the way. A pretty rubbish excuse, I know. Work became incredibly busy, which in some ways was a blessing as it kept me occupied while I was sofa-bound with my ankle. But at the same time, I lost my way a little. My progress stalled. Days became repetitive, and the structure I’d worked hard to build slowly slipped away.
The honeymoon period of motivation definitely wore off. But as I look ahead to 2026, I feel a real pull to get back into a routine and properly push myself again, in every area of my life. Before I do that, though, I want to properly offload and look back on what has, without question, been the toughest year of my life.
I went into 2025 in a pretty poor mental state. I was at the height of my compulsive buying disorder (CBD). In just over three weeks, between December 2024 and early January 2025, I managed to spend more than £12,000 across various credit cards. It was reckless, unsustainable, and driven entirely by anxiety and avoidance.
Not long after, I hit a bit of a reset. My girlfriend and I went to Disneyland Paris, where I had some very honest conversations with her, as well as with family and friends. From that point, the CBD stopped. We began planning a big trip for April, with the idea of travelling across Europe together.
In the lead-up to that trip, work became increasingly difficult. I dealt with a whole host of issues with my employer, and things eventually ended on fairly sour terms. That period took a serious toll on my mental health and left me feeling even more stressed.
When April arrived, my girlfriend, our Border Collie, and I set off across Europe in a campervan. In truth, the first month was incredibly stressful. We tried to launch a YouTube channel to document the journey and generate some income, but it only added pressure to something that was meant to be freeing.
By May, we scrapped the YouTube idea and changed our route. That decision was absolutely the right one. For a few weeks, I finally felt calmer and more present. I was able to slow down and actually enjoy where we were.

Unfortunately, that peace didn’t last. As June approached and we started thinking about returning to the UK, my anxiety crept back in. I slipped into my CBD again, racking up more debt as I worried about coming home and facing reality. During that time, I was also applying for jobs, which made it hard to fully enjoy travelling, and to make things worse, we lost a family member while we were away.
Back in the UK, I started a new job that I’d secured while travelling. However, my spending was still not under control, and it quickly became clear that the role wasn’t what I’d hoped it would be. By August, I made the decision to leave without another job lined up. Not the wisest move, but one I felt I had to make.
September arrived, and I took on three different part-time and temporary roles to keep things ticking over until October, when I eventually started my current job. October and November were intense. Work kept me busy, and my girlfriend and I took some space from each other after everything we’d been through. It was difficult, but probably necessary.
By November, I felt more focused again. Work gave me structure, my CBD was under control, and my mindset was improving. I moved back up to York to live with my girlfriend, but, as mentioned earlier, that only lasted two weeks before my ankle injury sent me back home once again.
December has honestly passed in a blur. I’ve spent most of it either on the sofa or confined to my bedroom, and it’s hard to believe that 2026 is already around the corner.
All in all, it’s been a tough year mentally for me and looking back, it’s easy to understand why I felt the way I did at certain times. Despite all the challenges, I do have some really great memories from 2025 – the trips, moments with loved ones, and even small wins along the way. Not everything was bad, and I want to carry those positives with me into 2026.
I turn 30 in 2026, and it feels like a marker moment. Not because I’m scared of the number, but because I don’t want another year to pass without direction. I’m craving structure, consistency, and accountability, and a willingness to face things instead of avoiding them.
2025 took a lot from me, but it also showed me exactly where things go wrong when I stop looking after myself.
So this is me drawing a line under it.
Goodbye, 2025. And genuinely – good riddance.



















