This time last year I had finally completed my CBT and counselling. It was a great day, hugely proud of myself and the following 12 months have been one hell of a journey. For a few months after I had finished my therapy I was still having some issues with anixety. My depression and PTSD … Continue reading This Time Last Year
It's getting closer and closer to the end of 2018 and what a year it has been. It's the first year in a while where there has been more ups than downs but it has been a roller coaster adventure. I've had a tough couple of months with my anxiety. It's been a real shitter … Continue reading Farewell 2018!
I'm not great at explaining things so you might have to bear with me on this one...I've never truly known who I am or what my purpose in life was. For the past 10 years I've been fighting a mental battle with myself. A battle that I surrendered to at first but the fight never really ended. … Continue reading Don’t Lose Sight Of Who You Truly Are
So I'm off to Cape Verde in the early hours of tomorrow morning with my mum. It's a holiday she booked as a 'mother daughter' week away before I leave for Australia in August. I am quite excited for it as neither of us have been before and the hotel we are booked in is … Continue reading Morning Thoughts
Losing a parent is horrible. Actually horrible, doesn't even come close. It can almost break you. I lost my dad when I was 12 years old. My brother was 16, mum was 48 and my dad also 48 years old. When he passed away it crushed our household. My brother shut himself away. You could … Continue reading Losing A Father – 10 Years On
Almost 10 years ago, I lost my dad. His death was sudden. Nobody could have predicated it was going to happen. He died one normal Friday evening from a heart attack. It wasn't his first heart attack. His first heart attack was a few years before. This was his second. I was 12 years old … Continue reading The Death Of A Husband – A Daughters Point Of View
I was at the Manchester Christmas markets last year with my best friend L. It's something we do every year and we went to our favourite stall. It sells incense sticks, cones, holders and gorgeous handmade journal type books. So I bought a journal that 'winked' at me. It was too beautiful for me to … Continue reading Journal