I almost wasn’t going to write a post today, particularly with it being Valentine’s Day. There’s already way too many posts out there on love, self-love, love love…it’s a little overwhelming. However, I wanted to share a little something...
I had a conversation with a family member this weekend. They’ll remain nameless to avoid any upset. The conversation started because said family member, let’s call them ‘ET’, wanted to ‘have it out’ with someone close to them whose...
This week I sort of moved back in with my parents. At thirty-one years old. Into my childhood room, which I spent the whole of last weekend clearing out of fifteen years of accumulated memories and junk (in equal measure). To make room for a two-bed house’s...
We’ve all been there – frustrated and resentful about having to constantly push someone we love to become a better version of themselves. I realised over the last few weeks that the journey I went on with my own family was something that’s repeated...
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