Well, I am sad to say it finally happened. My stupid brain has messed up holidays for me. This summer I will not be sunning myself in Greece. Being balls deep in cocktails, and swanning around Rhodes Town in my fancy hat, pretending I’m some sort of mob wife. It is over for me. Save yourselves. Leave me here. It’s no point anymore. Think of me during the most difficult time of my life. Let me rewind a little and explain why I’m being so dramatic, yet again. We love the drama. If you read my

To the people who tell you, you’re always anxious or depressed. To the people who tell you to snap out of it. To the people who tell you to think positive thoughts. To the people who say just stop being anxious and depressed. To the people who say well we all have issues. To the people who say they understand, then list off all the things that shows they really do not understand. To the people who say power through. To the people who ignore those who are suicidal. To the people who th

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. Everyday tasks