Who says New Year's Resolutions and Reviews are just for December? I took my sweet time considering the books I read this year and what they meant to me. Buckle up, I'm getting my Geek on.
I recently realised that my blog has been rather serious of late. To combat this, I am going to endeavour to reinstate #ThankfulThursdays, i.e. the one day a week where I share five things that I am grateful for.
For World Mental Health Day, I've written about my experience of chronic pain & its effect on my mental health. CW: depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal ideation. Look after yourselves ❤
For two years, I had the privilege of dating a wonderful young man. This is the letter I wrote him but never sent - redrafted with added years of hindsight (which, as we all know, is 20/20). It's about love, and remorse, and theft, and getting things totally, totally wrong.
How do you reconcile the different sorts of love? How do you risk loving someone you depend on? How do you deal with the constant confusion of desperation and gratitude?
2016 has not been my worst year. 2014 was the year that truly taught me how to deal with feeling small. Finals, heartbreak, losing family, losing myself. As I look back on these trying times, I share what I've learned about practising gratitude and keeping hope alive.
Featuring my Mum, my novel, and a PAIN FREE DAY!
My word count has fallen significantly behind my goal projection, because I had my first PHYSIOTHERAPY on Thursday! It was a really positive, albeit completely bizarre, experience.
Yes, it is safe to say, I have been flagging. I was hoping to get at least a week in before I began to wobble but alas, it took me just five days. In my defence, I knew I wouldn’t be writing for two of them because of being in London. What I didn’t foresee (though I probably should have done) was the massive blooming flare-up that followed my Big City jaunt.
The doctor made a point of telling me he didn’t want to cause any more pain than was absolutely necessary. Which, to a chronic pain sufferer, is always one of the nicest things you could wish to hear from anyone, anytime, anywhere. Especially when your knees are spread and your knickers are halfway across the room.