Life as I felt it.

The first craft edition of my new blog – a momentous occasion! When it comes to special occasion I am of the belief that nothing is nicer to receive than a handcrafted gift.   Sadly I cannot draw, paint, sculpt but I can try my hand at little craft projects. This Christmas I tasked myself to make each member of my team in work a completely unique from the various craft supplies I have gathered.   My Mum has a whole room full of buttons, ribbons and fabrics so I endeavoured to be able to reuse these existing supplies. These cards were the results;     All my feelings,   J9

Depression and anxiety isn’t helpful. When it hits hard and I struggle to lift my body of the safe haven of self-hatred and my duvet my mind circulates the same thoughts over and over.   “This isn’t helpful.” Is one of them.   I have things I need to do today and now I’m floored by something I can’t stop and I’m frustrated with it and most of all myself. The only people who can relate are those who have experienced it or studied it.   In a world where mental health is now a buzz term I struggle to see if, as a society, we are able to deal with it any better or if it’s just a nice thing to say you care about it.   Makes you seem like a more sympathetic and caring person. It’s hard to deal with.   No doubt about that.   You need to know just how bad the episode is, what can you do or say to make them feel better, and what to avoid at all costs.   Do you leave them alone? Do you call them? Do you invite them round/go round to see them?   Despite time being the only thing that w

“I just made this profile for a joke lol”  I was in a relationship for the years that eclipsed my early twenties, and we thought at the time we were on board for marriage, kids and the white picket fence.   Yet going through a break up and having to readjust your future, is pretty much the worst and best thing that can happen to somebody.   First of all the term ‘wrong side of 20’ immediately gets me on the defensive.   I’m closer to 30, yes but I’m excited for EVERY decade of my life.     My early twenties were, well, an educational time when it came to life lessons in just about everything I could think of.   So the prospect of dating in my late twenties is a bit more exciting because I know who I am, and what I want (and what I definitely don’t) Dating these days seems to automatically equal online dating, which to be fair doesn’t have the reputation it had when I was in my teens.   No longer only for desperate loners - even the cool kids are talking about it

"I'm an empath" a narcissist. I've reached the last year of my twenties and it's been a hell of an emotional journey.  I don't even mean my life has been monumentous but I've learned that knowing who you are and accepting who you are can be tough task. Growing up my parents (despite being endlessly loving and supportive) had to shake their heads and tell me to "stop crying" on a daily basis.  I was born on a Wednesday and the old rhyme that stated that "Wednesday's child was full of woe" was right on the mark with me.  I felt things hard, even if my life wasn't any more tragic and unfair - it felt it.  All the time. Twenty nine years later and usually I'm the one rolling my eyes trying to make myself feel less.   It’s frustrating, embarrassing and inconvenient when you just need to get on with life. With age comes acceptance and I now try to embrace my heightened emotions.   One of which is to write! “Creativity ta