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As most of those around me know, I'm having quite a hard time as of late. I'm finding it fairly difficult to do the life thing, as it were. Getting up, going out, getting my head around the fact that living is something I have to do, is actually quite hard. And if you've been … Continue reading 6 Suprising Side Effects of Depression
It's my birthday!! Shower me with gifts and love! Love me! Kidding. But yeah, I'm 19 today (scary Mary), and I feel old. Like, I know I'm not old. I'm actually very young. I've loads of living left to do. But, like every other entitled and narcissistic millenial, I feel like I have a wealth of … Continue reading 19 Things I’ve Learned at 19
For about the past decade, I've suffered with a disorder called Trichotillomania. Here's the NHS definition if you want to know more about it, and here and here are my past posts about the subject, if you want to know more from the horse's mouth (or mine. whichever). I'm not going to spend time explaining … Continue reading The 5 Unexpected Benefits of Having Trichotillomania // A Beginner’s Guide to a Trichy Life
As it gets to about this time in the month of December, all the internet creators and publishers tend to get a bit... dried out. And not in the way of they can't make any more content, but more in the sense that they are getting a bit tired. Blogmas, vlogmas, and everything in between … Continue reading Going Through a Dry Patch // Blogmas Day 14
I thought it was about time that I got back to writing about That Thing That I Have, because I sort of ignored it on the blog for a little while I was trying to get my name out there, blogging-wise.But I suppose that if you're sort of ignoring the reason you started blogging in … Continue reading Trichotillomania & Cover Up Tips! // Blogmas Day 6
I’ve spent most of this morning (it’s currently just gone midday) in bed, either on my phone, or stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the outside world by pulling the covers over my head and pretending that nothing else exists. And a large portion of my mind is still screaming at me to do that. I seem … Continue reading Hitting the Wall