I'm handed a leaflet. The first line reads "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." I'm told I could be experiencing this and that this leaflet might help. I'm assuming that by this they mean I can tear the leaflet into tiny pieces and swallow it and it will help alleviate this feeling that there is a grenade … Continue reading Forget
The cruelest trait of anxiety is its ability to creep up and blindside you whilst you're sitting eating your mugshot on a Tuesday afternoon. For me, anxiety started as that feeling of rocking on your chair a little too hard and tipping over the point of balance. If you manage to catch yourself before it's … Continue reading My old flame
You don't look like a mum 