**Today’s post was contributed by Honorary Survivor Bunny, Heather Jacobs** One will never reach the other. One sulks while the other takes excessive risks. One gives up hope while the other is angry. Somewhere between this impossible duo, is me. I am running. I am rushing to take messages from one …
Actually, I hate moving. I like to snuggle up in a cozy spot, preferably with a conveniently placed sunbeam, and not move from there until my bladder is bursting or I’m desperate for some coffee. This is a Bad Thing. Why? Because movement affects every function and process of the …
I recently came across a piece of writing I’d emailed to a friend five years ago and forgotten all about. Reading it again was an interesting reminder of the headspace I was in at the time. I was also glad to have captured that bit of my every day life. …
Welcome to the first in a series of self-care pieces we’ll be showcasing. We’ll look at a number of self-care tips, the science behind them, and how to put them into practice yourself. Today we’ll talk about sunlight. Featured Photo by Kerrythe Mahaffey What is It? The sun. That giant …
It was raining on and off – the perfect day for cosying up with a blankie and a book which is exactly what I’d been doing the whole morning. I felt the need to connect with the outside world, to interact with strangers and talk to them about everyday things …
**Disclaimer: Everything mentioned in this article has been personally experienced by me** I have a problem with the term ‘depressed’. It is universally misunderstood. People use it regularly to describe low mood, sadness, or feeling down. Depression is not feeling sad. Depression is the loss of the ability to feel …
Just about every time I sit down to write I start with “Really need to write more”. I also noticed I like to thank my books and pens a lot for how they serve me so loyally, saying things like: “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have …
As you may have noticed, this blog post is late. I blame my parents. Don’t worry, I don’t blame them for a traumatic childhood or anything like that. I blame them for visiting me and forcing me to leave the house and do fun, sociable, outsidey things. Like shopping …
There in the fridge sits A tart sweet, buttery coconut and marmalade crust Its baked-in seduction Seeps Slowly Through the door seal Its stealthy stickiness sneeking Over kitchen tiles creeping Down berugged passage sliding sideways And then a bedroom door that’s found ajar A gap! Surprise! Hahar! A terrifyingly irresistible …
I’ve got pain on the brain due to a recent removal of my wisdom teeth. Being of diminutive size, the surgeons had to pry my jaw open beyond its usual capacity, resulting in a patchwork of bruises and strained tendons that would surely have onlookers calling the Domestic Abuse hotline. …
