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!
Self-care seems to be a common theme in recovery from all kinds of mental illness and was something that was very much encouraged when I was at the day unit. I tried to continue treating myself well after I left, but as my recovery faltered, so did my ability to enjoy myself. I can’t say… Continue reading A little bit of self-care
It’s a strange week, between Christmas and New Year. According to the ‘British Logic’ Twitter feed, or ‘British Problems’ Facebook page, it seems that most of the country is living off a diet of mince pies and leftover turkey with chocolate and prosecco for breakfast whilst contemplating joining the gym or going for a walk,… Continue reading A week without therapy