I’m going to whisper it. Listen closely. I’m sorry. “I did eat the hot cross bun. But I skipped lunch to make up for it.” I had the audacity to make it seem like a success. Maybe I wanted to believe it was a success. But it wasn’t. I’m sorry. I took my lunch to my… Continue reading Three Hot Cross Buns & Two Lots of Lies
My favourite thing about lent is the sudden explosion of hot cross buns onto shelves up and down the nation. They are everywhere; in packets at the supermarkets, piled high on bakery shelves, behind glass counters at cafes… Grilled and served warm, with butter melting gently into the soft bread, and accompanied by a cup of tea.… Continue reading One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns!
I think I mention often enough on this blog that sleep is something I have struggled with over the past few months. Severe anxiety at night made falling asleep virtually impossible. So convinced was I that I would die during the night that I refused to allow myself to drift off to sleep. However, what… Continue reading Sleep, glorious sleep
I need to sort myself out. The past few weeks and months I’ve allowed myself to drift along. I haven’t pushed myself. I’ve been at home since early November, and I’ve settled into a routine with my food. It’s not a good routine though. It’s not going to help me recover. I am desperately trying to… Continue reading Time to stop drifting