Being a grown-up is tough. I don’t like it, I don’t want it, I didn’t ask to be born. Throw in a shitty mental health and it becomes survival of the fittest, every single day. With me always knowing, I am not the fittest and a fly will probably beat me to claim the crown. Well, I had a good run. I know I don’t have children, but life is still tough without those sticky, little germ ridden shitbags. Don’t come at me. I can still be tired and childless thank you and goodnight.

A task usually so simple, despite trying to find the motivation to actually get out of the house and do it. It's a ball ache, a snooze fest and I don't wanna. I would rather channel Fred Flintstone than go and get petrol. When you struggle with your mental health the motivation to just leave the house is the easiest part with this task, and that can take 3-5 business days.

So, it happened. Third appointment in and my brain felt yep, now is the time. Now is the time to ask my therapist if I was doing therapy correctly. My actual words were, ‘This is a stupid question and I know that, but, is this how therapy sessions are supposed to go? Am I doing therapy right?’ She laughed, I laughed, and I waited for an answer. As stupid as I knew the question was, I still wanted to know. Was I doing therapy right, or was I boycotting it and doing therapy l

Those who know me, and people of the interweb, know how much I love to shop. I deserve a treat for having a tough week. I deserve a treat for putting my big girl pants on and having a good week. Basically, I always deserve a treat. Those are the rules, I don’t make them. Clicking purchase online gives me such a thrill, much to my bank accounts dismay. Soz hun. It brings me joy and who am I to fuck with joy? I am not the Grinch. I know we shouldn’t shop on SHEIN, because i

They say as you get older it’s harder to make friends, and if you’re anything like me it’s probably because everyone thinks you are fucking nuts and wants nothing to do with you. And you know what? I am totally okay with this.   I am a slow burner, it takes me a while to warm up to people. I trust no one. I always think they are serial killers, fake fucks, or are going to start being a dickhead any second. Okay, so I may be a tad dramatic there, but all of these things coul

I have said this before and I will say it again, I truly believe everyone should have therapy. Life is bloody hard and we should all take any help we can get. Okay, yes this in an ideal world, where we can all afford therapy and the waitlist isn’t two years long. Speaking of which, I was put on a waiting list for therapy maybe like a year ago, or almost a year ago, the details are foggy, but my point is, I was told the waiting list for 1-1 therapy was two years long. Two

I would rather send a carrier pigeon that pick up the phone and make a two second phone call. I’d write a letter and send it via airmail or on a boat before I dare to think about ringing someone. How on earth I used to work in offices, that required me to not only do this but, wait for it, to actually answer the phone as well (the absolute horror), is beyond me. That was clearly a different person, and she is sadly no longer with us. Thoughts and prayers. If I have to make

They say with great power, comes great responsibility, or something like that, I don’t know the details. So, I am using my responsibility of becoming a famous, published author, and it is time to break down all the shit we have to deal with when struggling with our mental health. Okay, I may still be waiting for the famous part, but let’s just go with it for now.