I started picking my skin again. It’s hard not to be disappointed when I slip up again. I started feeling like a failure, like I have no control over my life. But a setback does not make me a failure.
Why The Snow Brought Me Hope
By Kirsty So it snowed. It’s the first time we’ve had a proper snowfall here in about five years. It was my daughter’s first real snow, or rather the first she’d remember, so it was lovely. My eldest was cheered, as it’s the first time it’s snowed since we moved Continue Reading
There is a Hell. Believe Me, I’ve Seen It
By Emma Galligan The mind can be such a dangerous thing, and sadly some of us don’t get the choice to decide how it works. A lot of us feel such intense feelings of negativity that we wouldn’t wish them on our own worst enemy. The mind destructs and your Continue Reading
Insecurities – all my flaws
By Sophie Ann I get ready for my shower: marshmallow wash on the side, hair products beside it, mint green scrub to wash my legs, towels sprawled over the radiator, moisturiser propped on the washing basket. Stripping off my travel clothes, I pull out my ratty hair and observe the Continue Reading