I can’t remember the conversation I had with the child. I can’t even remember whether the child was a boy or a girl. But I know the child’s mother came back from wherever she had been – probably the toilet – and called the child away. I was weird. I had just thrown a whole […]Read More …keep going…[or] the worst day of my life and the pain it left that has since got less painful
Yeah it’s Christmas and New Year again. Not going to lie, I don’t find it easy. That doesn’t mean that I’ve had a rubbish Christmas. I really haven’t. I love feeling like I’m a part of my family and visiting Chatsworth with Granny and going to see A Christmas Carol at the RSC. However, it’s […]Read More The Art of Struggling
Christmas falls on a Tuesday this year. It’s very important to remember this fact. Christmas is one day of the year. It will be over as soon as it arrives and we’ll be into January before you know it. Christmas hasn’t always been a difficult time for me: I used to love, love, love it. […]Read More Just Christmas
I have ‘iffed’ and ‘butted’ about writing this, but it makes me so angry. And what do you do when you’re angry in the twenty-first century? Why, you write a blog post of course. I was scrolling through the Daily Mail because I have a dangerous addiction to reading absolute rubbish when I came across […]Read More Reasons Why I Hate the Daily Mail (probably Part I)
Once upon a time, I was the last person in the world to see Frozen. It was a horrible year: my best friends went to see it together, without me and I was alone. I can’t remember now – through the haze and fog of anorexia – whether it was the Christmas Eve of the […]Read More Do You Want to Build a Snowman?