This post is a pretty big deal for me as this month commemorates exactly one year since I started writing my blog! I know, time flies. On that note, let's take it back a year and review... When I first started writing/blogging/possibly over sharing... I was in a dark place. I was living my first … Continue reading My First Year of Self Expression
"It has been said that "time heals all wounds". I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting it's sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone" - Rose Kennedy The above quote is something I wholeheartedly agree with. Time, definitely does not heal. Time, … Continue reading My ever evolving fear of grief
Next month marks the the anniversary of my break up therefore it will mean I have been a single white female for one whole year. Crazy, I know. Now this is the truth, the whole truth or so help me God. First of all it hasn't been easy. Sometimes, far from it. I spent last … Continue reading My favourite fruit are Lemons or didn’t you know?
It's been a little over a month now since I last posted. Since then I have come to realise that I post a lot about my Mam, Voldemort (he who must not be named) and even my friends but I have not posted a lot about my Dad. The last time I mentioned him was … Continue reading Troubles with my Father
So tomorrow I'm turning 24 and as always I'm looking back just to see how far I've come. There are a few times a year that make me incredibly nostalgic... Christmas, New Year's, Mother's Day, Pancake Day (don't ask) Easter and of course Birthday's, my own especially. So here I am, living my last 24 … Continue reading Turning 24
I haven't been in denial about this one. In fact it's a fact that I have been well aware of. The fact that, for months now I have been spiralling. Not massively out of control or anything but spiralling all the same. Those who know me know this is just a phase. That is probably … Continue reading My early twenties crisis
Last Friday my Dad asked his girlfriend to marry him. The first thought that came into my head was her. Then I got angry. It's silly because they were separated for four years when she died. They just never got round to the "divorce" part before it happened. It's silly because my Dad and his … Continue reading The Proposal