The secret’s out. I’VE WRITTEN A BOOK! Surprise! I’ve been working on this book for over a year: drafting, revising, editing, pulling my hair out, sending it to beta readers, working…
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Grief Mental Health Personal Writing
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Grieving at Christmas is a tradition I wish I didn’t have to follow. Both of my parents died in winter. But even if they’d died outside the confines of twinkling lights…
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Challenges Estonia Mental Health Personal
Anxiety Stole My Love Of Travel. This Is How I’m Fixing It.
It’s a pitch-black night on an Estonian island, and I’m having an anxiety attack. Just ahead on the narrow road, the light from Kim’s torch skitters over the gravel as she…
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I never, ever thought I’d call myself a runner. Even when I began to suffer increasingly with anxiety, I still couldn’t see the benefit of exercise on my mental health. I love…
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Most days I find myself thinking about death. It’s a secret, almost casual thought. When I’m on the bus, I idly imagine someone hitting me from behind. There are invisible attackers waiting around…
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Breathe. You are going to be OK. It might not feel like it right now. Your heart might be beating out of your chest with anxiety. Tears may be streaming down…
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It’s been almost a year since my dad died. I’m writing this in the living room at my boyfriend’s flat in Glasgow. His dog is snoring on the sofa with his…
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This is the house I was born in. It’s the only family home I’ve ever known. This is where my parents brought me as a baby in March 1988; to a…
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Behind the Blog Challenges Personal Photography
Facing Forwards: Why I’m Done with the Insta-Fame Game
“Shall I take a photo of you?” It’s a sun-soaked day in early June, and I’m walking through Shoreditch with a group of bloggers I’ve never met. In my hands I’m…
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Challenges Grief Mental Health Personal
Both My Parents Died Before I Turned 30. Here’s How I Deal With Grief.
It’s not easy losing both your parents in your twenties. And the grief? It’s a sucker punch to the gut. It’s like a sharp-toothed creature inside your chest. Like a waning…