One of my goals for 2018 was to travel more. There are so many awesome places in Europe that are a short plane ride away, and I want to see them all. I utterly loved my trip to Edinburgh last year, and when my friend suggested we go to Amsterdam, I was 100% up for… Continue reading Three days in Amsterdam
I don’t know why, but I see my anxiety as an incoming tide–constantly swelling & receding. That idea kind of comforts me. It didn’t used to comfort me. It used to torment me. I used to see it as some sort of defect–that I couldn’t ‘get over it’ + put it behind me. That I’d… Continue reading A wave of anxiety
Sometimes, life can get a little hard. I have been pretty open with my anxiety on this blog, and I’ve found that making a little list of things that have made me smile every now and again can really help me calm, take a deep breath and enjoy life. 1 // I saw Black Panther.… Continue reading 10 things that have made me smile lately.
I woke up in the middle of the night, my knee dislocated. It’s a pretty weird sensation to go from fast asleep & totally relaxed to in screaming agonising pain in 0.324 seconds. It’s not uncommon for me–I’ve had dislocations because of my hypermobility for years, but it doesn’t make it any less weird. So,… Continue reading A Dislocation Story
Many moons ago, when it was announced that the hit Broadway musical, Hamilton, was coming to the UK, I was squealing-ly excited. I can’t remember when I got into Hamilton–maybe it was the buzz about it on the interwebz, maybe it was bc Lin Manuel Miranda is just so darn charming on Twitter, or maybe… Continue reading A gushy review: Hamilton
So, it’s February, a time of the year when I am usually still down in the dumps about Christmas being over (DARN YOU TIME). This year, I was even more so–maybe it was because Christmas was SO good this year, and January was so rubbish. Whatever the reason, I felt icky–anxious, and unable to sleep.… Continue reading A Weasley Christmas Jumper
Dear Charlotte, Char, Chaz, Charlie, MusicManic9812 (AKA all of your aliases), HAPPY 25th! Can you believe you are a quarter of a century old? Baring in mind that we were CONVINCED at thirteen that by 25 we’d be married, living in a big ole’ house with loads of animals, LIVING THA DREAM. That didn’t turn… Continue reading A Letter to my BFF