“No matter who you are, or what your story is, pain, feelings, thoughts – they are all a part of being human.”
Christmas is my favorite season of the year. I literally live for it. I’ve always been enveloped by the Christmas spirit, months before and on the day; I’m genuinely happy. It’s a beautiful reminder of the things we do have, the family and loved ones we are blessed with. When
Shopping for someone who you know is suffering from mental illness, can be really hard.
You only want to show the person you love, that you support them, you want to put a smile on their face. But of course, like any gift, there is the risk you may upset them or the present will just end up in the back of the cupboard for the next year.
I am not independent, in fact, I think I am the most dependent adult you’d meet. At 21 years old I made the first ‘adult’ step and moved out of the home of my mother. It was a very quick and last moment decision and I don’t regret it. It’s
From a very vulnerable and young age, I was encouraged to believe that getting married and having children was the only real purpose that I had. I can’t deny that the thought did excite me, I was your typical little girl who spent all her time with her baby dolls
Like many other young children, I had so many dreams of the perfect wedding, a fantasy that I could get lost in for hours, with or without the help of my Barbie Dolls and Teddy’s. I remember there was a huge tree in my childhood homes garden, it would produce