Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Today is challenged, I am running on about three to four hours sleep, I have a UTI, and a full day of work ahead. I have work to do, and taking time off for a lie down is not an option; I completely understand the need for self care, and as soon as I can…
Have you grieved yet ? These were words said to me by our diabetic nurse, about 3 weeks after diagnosis when we sat in my bungalow having a cup of tea with the smell of insulin in the air. Grieved? In 3 weeks I had bitten nails, not washed hair, eaten only medical books, read…
I am in battle, and I am losing. It is 2.15am – I don’t recall the last time I typed at 2am. Probably during finals week at University all those many moons ago, when I thought I would be able to catch up on sleep in later life. Or maybe when the children were babies…
I don’t think I am alone. I don’t think I am the only woman who has got to her early forties and suddenly thought, “what the feck?”. How did I get here, what is my purpose, where am I going, how will I be fulfilled. Two years ago, anxiety hit me like a car crash. …
My kids called me old the other day, and I agreed. It was 10.30pm, I was insisting that they went to bed as my whole body and soul was screaming for the comfort of my duvet. They said I was old – I agreed with them because from their vantage point I am. Compared to…