I know how people see me now: super-organised, controlled, energetic, confident and ice-cool under pressure. Because I’m articulate in front of huge audiences or being interviewed, I appear extrovert and unselfconscious. People see me as mentally and physically healthy. I certainly don’t “suffer” from stress.
I’m also seen as someone who knows about the brain and can explain human behaviours by linking neuroscience with observed reality. I can talk about the suprachiasmatic nucleus, the mesolimbic pathway, myelination and brain bandwidth and avoid the psychobabble traps surrounding mirror neurons or brain laterality.
But that person is not who I was.
This is my message to young people, or people of any age, struggling with how things are for them:
“Everything changes. Some of it will change anyway and some of it you can make change, once you know how you work. And what you can’t change, you rise above, deal with, park.”
Throughout school, I suffered what I now realise were stress-related health problems, often making me miss school or just under-perform. I was horrendously self-conscious, afraid of failure and hated speaking in class, let alone standing on a stage; anxiety was my middle name and phobias restricted my enjoyment of life, although I somehow thought that one day I would wake up as a different person, which was a very comforting thought.
I was also “different”: I was the only girl (apart from my sister) in a rural all-boys’ school until I was 11, most of that in classes with people three years older than me, and then arrived at a girls’ boarding school where I was a shy, skinny, naïve, never-been-to-a-city 11 year old in a class of sophisticated 13 year olds. Those girls were not impressed by my tree-climbing and weapon-making skills. Or my appalling crimplene-heavy fashion sense.
Weirdly, I describe myself as enjoying school, except for my Lower 6th year, when all the teachers gave me deeply critical and pessimistic reports, telling me I wouldn’t get to University, except for one who suggested that I might be unhappy rather than unteachable. Full marks to that teacher. (I did go to university – Cambridge.)
I was also regarded as being poor at science. I know this because I have my last science report, which includes the words: “She does not seem to have much aptitude for science subjects”. (You’ll see that “aptitude” is spelled wrong so we might guess the science teacher didn’t have much “aptitude” for spelling. That’s fine: aptitude is very over-rated.)
Apart from science (OK, and maths) I was always seen as a brain-box, teased for being a swot and knowing the meanings of ridiculous words or being able to unpick the errors in complex sentences or arguments. I unhelpfully underlined my “difference” by being the only person in my year to take Latin and Greek A-levels, which was guaranteed to reinforce me as the brainy one.
It is certainly true that I “suffered” from stress and did throughout my twenties and thirties. I don’t suffer from it now. And I don’t plan to again.
So, what happened? Was it just time or something I did? I think there were several things but one I value most: I fell in love with the human brain and decided to find out how I could control mine better.
I was training to be a dyslexia specialist in the early 1990s. We had to look at what was known (not much) about brain differences between dyslexic and non-dyslexic people and what I learnt about brains how small changes affect our behaviours, emotions, thoughts and physical and mental health just gripped me. People ask me why I’m so interested in the brain and I can only say, “How can you not be?”
And so I read. And read and read. I have never stopped reading about the areas of neuroscience and neuropsychology that interest me. Now, I read the original research and communicate with the practising scientists, who have been amazingly helpful and welcoming to this non-scientist. I also do now understand how to think scientifically, you’ll be glad to know. You can learn to do anything if you want it enough and work hard enough.
So, from stressed-out, unsociable outsider to confident author and public speaker. Same personality, different behaviours. More self-respect and self-kindness. Better strategies. A real pride in my introversion. And completely different mental and physical health.
I believe that makes me the perfect person to help others live a life where biological stress motivates them rather than traps them in dizzying anxiety and suboptimal function.
I wish I could talk to the cripplingly self-conscious, illness-prone and mentally unresilient teenager I was. I would say to her: “Your brain is in your hands far more than you think. I can show you how you can affect your own wellbeing and have the best chance of self-driven success. Trust me.”
- 1961 – born in a boys’ boarding school, where I was a pupil from age 4 to age 11. Lived very rurally. To a girls’ boarding school aged 11.
- 1979-82 – Cambridge University – studied Classics and Philosophy, including metaphysics.
- 1982 – aged 20, decided I wanted to be a novelist. Realised I needed a salary as well, so became a cook, producing high-end business lunches and dinner parties for the wealthier people of Kensington and Chelsea. I managed never to have to cook a soufflé by the simple expedient of telling all my clients authoritatively that soufflés were so last year.
- 1983 – aged 21, accidentally became what I had vowed never to be: a teacher. (My aversion came from having been born in and lived in boys’ schools. I’d had enough of chalk and peanut butter.) One day I went for an interview but there was a mix-up in the application letters and, instead of being interviewed to do occasional creative writing classes, I found myself appointed to a teaching post. The school had a high proportion of pupils with dyslexia and other reading challenges, so there began my new interest and knowledge, leading to a Diploma in the subject.
- 1987 – aged 25, first daughter born and soon after we moved to Scotland. Second daughter two years later.
- Over the next years, I had many home learning books published and then, aged 40, my first teenage novel, Monday are Red, followed by Fleshmarket and many others. And Thomas the Tank Engine books. I was what I wanted to be: a writer.
- 2003 – my publisher asked me a question: “Would you like to write some non-fiction?” Because I was still reading and learning about the brain, I’d just come across new research about teenage brain differences relating to emotions, sleep and risk-taking, among other things, which no one had written about outside the academic community.
- 2005 – Blame My Brain was first published, later reprinted countless times and sold in many countries. It’s my most successful book and changed my career and life.
- 2005-2017 – I produced several more award-winning novels; The Teenage Guide to Stress (winner of the School Library Association Award in both the judges’ and the readers’ categories); The Teenage Guide to Friends; Exam Attack; the teaching resources, Brain Sticks and Stress Well for Schools; and the forthcoming Positively Teenage and The Teenage Guide to Life Online.
- 2010 onwards – invited all over the world to deliver keynotes and other talks at conferences and schools and festivals, to audiences of teenagers, parents, teachers and educational leaders, sharing my rigorously-considered and evidence-based knowledge of my subjects.
- Cambridge University MA Hons
- Diploma in SpLD
- Diploma in Youth Counselling
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For adult audiences
Nicola Morgan is a multi-award-winning author and international expert on teenage brains and mental health, how stress impacts wellbeing and performance, effects of screens and social media and the science of reading for pleasure. A former teacher and dyslexia specialist, Nicola was a prize-winning novelist whose career changed after the success of her best-selling examination of the teenage brain, Blame My Brain, short-listed for the Aventis Prize, and The Teenage Guide to Stress, winner of the School Library Association award in both readers’ and judges’ categories. The Teenage Guide to Friends, her popular teaching resources, and the forthcoming Positively Teenage and The Teenage Guide to Life Online, have established Nicola as the go-to expert in her field.
For student audiences
Nicola Morgan is one of our leading writers for teenagers: an award-winning novelist and expert in the teenage brain and mental health, who is invited all over the world to talk on a huge variety of fascinating topics.
Nicola has won several awards, including Scottish Children’s Book of the Year twice. Her novel, Wasted, was on lots of award lists and nominated for the Carnegie Medal. Fleshmarket is popular in schools and Mondays are Red has been optioned for a film deal: this doesn’t mean it will definitely become a film but watch this space!
Most importantly, Nicola cares about your wellbeing and has masses of science-based advice to help you be healthier, stronger, happier and more successful.
An actual song for me
I’ve had many lucky things happen in my life. One was when I won an auction item in the Authors for Refugees auction. My prize was to have a song about me created by John Dougherty.
I could not have known how amazing it would turn out to be. So many lovely people took part in this. Thanks to all of them. Even The Other One features. (There probably should be a trigger warning.)
Some random facts:
- I used to go to an all boys’ school.
- I have one leg longer than the other.
- I have had one jaw-joint removed.
- I do press-ups every day. Well, nearly every day.
- I was, briefly, a professional cook.
- Each time I have a new book contract, I buy new boots. I am a bit obsessed by boots.
- I am useless with left and right. In fact, I come out as dyslexic on tests.
- I hate slugs and frogs.
- I like change, adventure and the future.
- Somebody once tried to abduct me (and my dog…).
- I can gut fish, use an electric drill, tile a bathroom, put up shelves, and once made a mosaic table.
- I cannot use my hands at the same time as talking, so I can’t drive, make tea, type or put make-up on unless I stop talking. Seriously.