Izzy Prior

A conversation about suicide is crucial on LinkedIn.

Truthfully, anyone in your network could be experiencing suicidal thoughts. And you have no idea.

There isn’t a set pattern of behaviour to follow. It looks like -

“Sorry I can’t come into work today, I’m unwell”
“I’m busy, cheers for the invite anyway”
“Yeah I had a good weekend, thanks”

The topic of suicide is scary and uncomfortable…

Which gives even more reason for a conversation on LinkedIn, with enormous amounts of pressure, expectation and comparison daily.

It promotes awareness.
It starts a dialogue.
It initiates change.

This month is Suicide Prevention Month.

Suicide awareness matters every month, not just September.

Please don’t suffer in silence.
Your life is worth living 💙

“An apprentice aged 21 in the first year of their apprenticeship is entitled to a minimum hourly rate of £4.81”

FOUR POUND. EIGHTY ONE PENCE.

In London, a Boots meal deal costs more.

When your lunch costs more than an hour of your work, that’s a problem, right?

Crippling.

I understand the incentive to offer a lower wage to employers, as technically apprentices are still “in training”.

But everyone at work deserves a living wage.

❌ There’s no apprentice rate for bills
❌ There’s no apprentice rate for the weekly shop
❌ There’s no apprentice rate for bus fares or commutes to work

Apprenticeships are becoming unaffordable for young people.

It’s no wonder that there is so little take-up.

Imagine losing out on a fantastic candidate because they have too much financial responsibility to afford your £4.81 hourly rate.

Yet the narrative continues to be that young people spend too much money to enter the housing market.

Hmmm, this doesn’t add up 🤔

When are things going to change?

I didn’t leave my corporate career to earn an 8 figure salary.

I didn’t leave my corporate career to scale a team of 40 employees.

I didn’t leave my corporate career to become a twenty-something girl boss.

I didn’t leave my corporate career to become an influencer, flogging teeth whitening kits and affiliate codes.

Instead…

I left my corporate career to have the freedom to work from my laptop on a Monday morning, whilst getting my hair done.

I left my corporate career to no longer have someone breathing down my neck, micromanaging me 8 hours a day.

I left my corporate career to freely travel the world, like going to a business retreat in the Seychelles to deliver a workshop and double down on my business growth.

I’ve *finally* learned that it’s MY business, MY journey, MY rules.

The grass may be greener elsewhere, but right now, I’m happily using my watering can and nurturing my own garden.

Cheers to that.

I haven’t been on LinkedIn for 4 months, which in internet time is the equivalent of disappearing into the woods and returning to find an entirely new housing estate built.

I log back in and my feed is full of impressive, articulate, suspiciously well-lit professionals I have absolutely never encountered before.

Genuinely, when did you all get here? Did everyone collectively level up while I was out in the wilderness?

So, erm, hello world.

I’m the one who quietly slipped out the side door, made some significant life changes and decided to invest my energy elsewhere for a little whileeee.

All in good time, I’ll share what I’ve been up to and what’s brewing for 2026 (which I’m genuinely excited about, in a this-actually-means-something-to-me way).

And all in good time, I’ll make a more regular return here - engaging and participating in the professional town square instead of peeking in, liking one post and immediately deleting the app again.

For now, this is simply me saying hello.

Pressing that little blue “Post” button has felt harder than most things I’ve sunk my teeth into over the last year. Because showing up again (without some polished narrative) feels oddly vulnerable.

But at some point you just bite the bullet (like today) and the intrusive thoughts want to public announce themselves.

So here I am. Still me.

See you around.

P.S. Some quirky, slightly unhinged photo. And before you ask, no, I’ve not become a DJ. Although if 2026 goes left, who knows.