1st January 2016.
I’m not one to make New Year’s Resolutions because they never last and January is such an awful month to put pressure on yourself to be better than you are. 762 more words
I’ve been absent for a while and this is due to being in a precarious place health-wise. I’ve been on the cusp of depression for a while and my anxiety – although not gone – has taken that dull edge it gets when hopelessness takes over. 498 more words
With all my blog posts on Hydrocephalus, I’ve been contacted by a few people who either have the condition themselves or someone they love has it, more specifically…babies/children. 881 more words
I’m not sure whether I’m particularly susceptible to other people’s moods or whether I just allow them to affect me more than your average Joe. I do know, however, that when I’m around people who are dramatic, stressed or angry, I feel exceptionally anxious. 714 more words
When I was a child I had the freedom and time to read whenever I chose. Cue mornings spent in bed until 1pm devouring a book, or rainy days on the sofa and sunny days in the makeshift hammock (a sheet knotted between the bars of the climbing frame) with a novel and a bag of penny sweets. 847 more words