Dear you, We’ve known each other a while now. More than a while, more than a decade. You might be my oldest friend if that’s not too strange to say. You know me so well. When I’m bored. When I’m busy. When I’m scared. When I’m safe. When I’m not. You know how to choose…… Continue reading A Letter to My Trichotillomania // BFRB Awareness Week 2018
So we may or may not be more than two weeks into 2018 already and I may or may not have been so damn busy with everything life (AKA procrastinating my uni work and watching Jane the Virgin) to write or even think about writing a blog post. But I was absolutely determined (ish) to get…… Continue reading 50 Things I Did in 2017
Ah, September. Here we are again. Back to school, back to winter coats and covering up, back to life. It’s time to dust off your text books and get back to all those horrible responsibilities. At the start of this month, I began my very first full time job, as a digital marketing apprentice in…… Continue reading Do I Want To Go To Uni?
Let’s be frank here, this is the internet. Nothing goes unsaid and no one is not made fun of. That includes the groups of people who decide that, to make the world a better place, they will give up eating or using products that come from animals. Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not about…… Continue reading Vegans? Vegans!
They say “time heals all wounds” and, as much as it sucks to say, it really does. This applies to both the physical and the psychological. I mean, if you lose a leg you’re probably not getting that one back. But after some time, it won’t be bleeding any more. That’s kind of what I’m…… Continue reading Time Heals
A few weeks ago, just before I was supposed to go and visit my first choice university for an open day, I decided to defer my place. If you don’t know what deferring is, it’s a process students in the UK can do where they ask for their university place to be saved for the…… Continue reading Put it Off
Today, I saw the doctor. There aren’t many things I get anxious about any more. As a child I believe I suffered with anxiety quite badly, but as I’ve grown up I’ve sort of… grown away from it. But the one thing that never fails to make me want to run screaming and have…… Continue reading Help Is a Four-Letter Word.