Or not, as the case may be. I’m not known for my patience (hello, always skipping to the end of a book), but when it involves not doing the one thing that keeps me sane-ish and prevents me from starting training for a marathon that I’ve only just signed up for, it straight up deserts… Continue reading Coping with Injury.
THIS POST CONTAINS DISCUSSION AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SELF-HARM. I’ve been pretty open about my experiences of anxiety and depression – on this blog, on social media, and in real life – but one thing I haven’t opened up about is my experience of self-harm. Only a handful of people know that I hurt myself… Continue reading Self-harm: my story.
Domestic Violence. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Big words. Scary words. And really fucking annoying to survive the first, only to be told that you have the second. To be diagnosed with PTSD two years after my violent relationship ended was a surprise. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been. I knew something wasn’t right and I was certainly… Continue reading Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder after Domestic Violence.
I took a little break from writing about all things fitness, and wrote a guest post for my gorgeous friend Rhian, over at her blog Chapter & Circle, about being in a long distance relationship. You should probably go and check the post out here. And take a peek at the rest of her blog while you’re… Continue reading What I’ve Learned About Long Distance Relationships.
I was always the skinny one. It was my thing. I am remarkably average in most respects, but one thing I could excel at was being thin. And without trying too. I was one of those annoying, naturally skinny girls that people love to hate. My size became the one thing that my self esteem hinged on.… Continue reading Skinny to Strong: A Personal Journey.
Dear Milton Keynes, I love you. Perhaps that’s a bit forward, but it’s true. I was out and about in you yesterday, on the most beautiful early spring day and you were looking amazing. Now I know that everywhere looks great in the sunshine, but you REALLY do. Like, really really do. Because you are super young… Continue reading A love letter to my home town
So when I became single 18 months ago, I hit the dating scene. I had my fair share of first dates – truly the good, the bad and the ugly. But one of them tops the lot for being simply AWFUL in so many ways. In fact, all the ways. Over a year has passed… Continue reading The worst date in the history of ever.
