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It’s been quiet around these parts lately, and it’s for a very good reason.
I had this strange moment a few days ago, when looking at my photos on my Facebook profile, many of them, unsurprisingly, of me. I know, narcissist over here...but Facebook is a treasure trove of memory triggering moments that is sometimes is very enticing to immerse yourse
It’s hard to love someone suffering depression.
Sometimes life thrusts upon us a change, sudden, or maybe a long-time coming, but still, a painful transition comes about and we are displaced by it.
Since arriving home from Thailand only last week, I have thrown myself into a fresh start. This included clearing out my bedroom at home, even more cleared out than the time I decluttered two years ago. And the several times before that.
It would be easy for most of us, if we were told that all our practical problems within our relationship would disappear, to go back to that person in favour of our love-infused memories and feelings.
Periods SUCK for all women, but they are particularly distressing and depressing for homeless women and girls.
Of course I'd use a photo of me in a Buddhist temple in-line with my mantra to be less s-word.
We split up... and I gave him full custody of the blog.
The story of body-image and self-hatred.
My top tips for travelling Thailand, and some not-half-bad photos.