It is my understanding that very often people with depression, low mood, anxiety or all of the above, can visualise what it looks like to them. A black dog, a dark cloud, a constant shadow.. For me, the ‘shape’ that I dread making an appearance varies. Sometimes it is a huge blanket which smothers me… Continue reading The shape of my fear
I was very touched to be nominated by three fab bloggers for the Liebster Award. I am so very grateful for these tags, and feel so supported by the blogging community as I stumble along finding my feet as a new blogger. My first tag was from the lovely Breakfast Club Mum. As a fellow working… Continue reading My Long Liebster Award!
What does a Mother’s love feel like? It most probably feels different for every Mother out there. I could ask all my friends that question and they would answer differently. I felt something during half-term week that I have never felt before, since becoming a mum six years ago. Let me try and explain… It… Continue reading A Mother’s Love
I have a social media addiction. I am pretty sure of it, and probably my friends and family would agree. And I am also pretty sure I am one of thousands.. Since I joined up to Facebook in 2007 and later upgraded to my first smartphone, there has been no looking back for me. And… Continue reading My Social Media Addiction
I have not had a good week. Last week, and indeed the last few months, have been positive. I have started blogging, I coped well with and actually enjoyed Christmas and had great time with my family and friends. Last week I was eating well and was motivated. I charged my Fitbit Flex back up… Continue reading Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
*Warning* Long-ish Post – it has a point at the end I promise! On Friday afternoon I removed a finished laundry load from the machine. It was a fairly ‘vital’ load, containing many pairs of pants, a Stagecoach Theatre t-shirt needed for the weekend, tights for school..those sorts of things. I placed Said Load in the… Continue reading The Household Experiment
I have a complicated relationship with Christmas. Christmas’s growing up were blissfully traditional. Stockings from Father Christmas, mum’s home-made mince pies, trips to relatives and Terry’s Chocolate Oranges. Yum. But then I grew up, went to University and gained employment in retail. And for me that kind of killed Christmas. It was working in… Continue reading My relationship with Christmas