Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
To my Type One Daughter, (or the one we call Molly) It’s 2am, I woke again to the sound of my phone screaming an alarm. It’s usual to hear a couple of times a week, and to my shame, I occasionally sleep through it. Although when I do, the guilt mixed with fear can be…
In past years I have been a victim. I mean my life has been hard…. Until I meet someone whose life has been harder, and then I am forced to reconsider the gauge of hardness. “Life is hard,” a friend said to me today. But, even as I type those words I am shaking my…
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…
Like most people, I have spent an inordinate amount of time in the last 12 months on Zoom. In a year where I have also gained the most weight, the irony that I spend much of the day gawking at my own face as I constantly rearrange my hair and suck in my chins, is…
