Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Over the ten years, (yup really), that I have written this blog, it has gone through a series of functions for my life. At first it was a place to scribble stories of the children as babies, then an outlet for funny stories as they grew up. Now with the twins being 14, and BB…
I think, in life you have to choose happy. Which for anyone who has stroked the hand of anxiety and depression, you will know how easy it is to wrap yourself in the bosom of misery and sink into a sensation of sadness. And it can feel like someone has taken a giant black market…
The twins turned 14 last week. No longer are they treading on egg shells about the reality of being teenagers, instead they are now fully involved, utterly absorbed in being hormonal and akin to living with a dormant volcano that has a thunder within it. The sterotypes are right… Every single one… From disappearing crockery,…
It is Blue Monday today apparently. What a blooming miserable phrase. Talk about reinforcing basic misery! When I first read it this morning, I was like, “ahhh, that’s why today feels like a struggle…” Then I gave myself a virtual slap and highlighted the reality of the situation to myself. Today feels like a struggle…
I thought, once upon a time, that the idea of having a counsellor or a therapist would be quite appealing. Images of a hot tea to my side, and my body laid out on a chaise longue, and a handsome looking Swedish chap writing down my woes and worries sounded oddly romantic. What I never…
