If you’re reading this I’m already dead….and other stories

“If you’re reading this I’m already dead.” It’s a familiar enough trope, but as we continue to live more of our lives online it’s also something we can expect to see more on our feeds. With apps like ifidie, Facebook…

Seasonal Self Care

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Or so we keep telling ourselves. And it can be. I mean, what’s not to love about cheese and wine and too much of both, right? Except the idea that you’re supposed…

Self Care Club

For all the times I’ve talked about depression on my blog, I’ve never written about it while experiencing a particularly bad patch. There was always an element of safety and distance that allows for a healthy amount of navel gazing,…

On Jealousy

I didn’t want to resent my friends. It just became something that happened.  Well nothing just happens, but I definitely ignored all the warning signs. And along with that? Well all your standard feelings of guilt, shame and of course…

Cats, cake and confetti: A Wedding Retrospective

Getting married was never on my bucket list. Not really. Yet just over 6 months ago I found myself doing the whole shebang. White dress and everything. Marriage was something I liked the idea of but I never really knew…

Changes

I’m a walking cliche. I went through a painful break up and one of the first things I did was book myself in to the hairdresser. It almost feels like chick-lit 101. Cue shopping montage, make-up artists and finally, the…

On need and expectancy

I don’t need my husband. At least I suppose, not the way I’m expected to need him. The way I’m expected to need anybody. If or when you couple off, there becomes this expectancy that you’ve found some part of…

On being enough

It’s easier for me to point out the times I’ve felt good about my body, not because that’s the status quo but those flashes of confidence are so few and far between. Any time I’ve ever felt sexy or powerful,…

Antidepressants: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the pills

It felt like a defeat. A failure by my very own design. At this point though it was less an act of self-care and more one of self-preservation. There really is only so long you can go staring at the…


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