Guilt Guilt Guilt, oh and Guilt. When you are pregnant everyone tells you how hard it is when you have a baby: the sleepless nights, the feeding, the nappy changing the wanting a minute to yourself to eat a biscuit, a large slice of cake or to inhale a glass of wine. Yes this is
I glance across the table as you take a sip of your drink. Red wine of course; we’re adults now. We catch up as we swap stories of our adventures and glee, of beer fear and the hangover anxiety that claimed you last week… As it does after every heavy night. Laughter engulfs your face
“You don’t look disabled” “Why are you parked there?” “There’s nothing wrong with you!” The amount of times I’ve had to hold my tongue and stop myself from telling people to eff off has been a challenge and a half over the years. But unfortunately, this is my life when I go out and about
Being an easy wanderer, or rather, someone who naturally gets lost on their way somewhere, I have found that often, I find the best, most pleasantly surprising things in the quietest, most unsuspecting of neighbourhoods. It took me 2 hours to find 163 steps worth of beautifully tiled brickwork on 16th Avenue, San Francisco, but
So, the year has come that I’m leaving my teenage days behind me, and to say that they have been a bit mad would be an understatement. Growing up and finding my way in life has proven to be a scarily confusing journey. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. I’ve had a very simple,
We all feel down sometimes. Stuff happens. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. We feel all the feels, sometimes for a reason, and sometimes for no good reason at all.
We’re all going to experience this in some form, whether it’s a relationship break-up, the loss of a family member, or the end of a friendship. I may be stating the bleeding obvious here, but heartbreak is upsetting, soul destroying and, well, heart-breaking. But the ‘H’ word can perhaps be seen as a blessing in