It doesn’t come easily, this living honestly malarkey. I can tell you that my fingers are in such a bad state that I’m wearing gloves to hide the damage. I pick them you see. And when I’m particularly anxious, they get destroyed. And every single time I open up a little bit more(…)
I wrote a post yesterday and then deleted it. The reason I deleted it was because I mentioned something that is rarely talked about and extremely difficult to admit to. Please be aware if you continue reading, it’s upsetting. But I’ve just watched a TED talk about depression and in it there was a sentence(…)
If you don’t suffer with anxiety this post is going to sound distinctly odd. To be honest it doesn’t sound great to me in my head but if I don’t get it out, I can feel a big downward slide coming. That’s if it isn’t already happening. My anxiety comes on out of the blue(…)
Have you ever asked yourself that question? Do you even think about it? Do you need to think about, is it a given for you that you have self worth? I ask because it’s a question I battle with everyday. And I honestly don’t know the answer. I’m not being facetious or seeking reassurance of(…)
Inside my head there are two voices. One telling me I’m not important to anyone other than my children. I’m too much like hard work to be around which is why people don’t want to be in my company very often. People shouldn’t be trusted because they can hurt you so I don’t offer much(…)
I can’t find the written words, so here they are today. I’m not brave and I’m not strong. The painting is called ‘rootless’.