My first conscious feeling upon returning to awareness in a hospital bed post-suicide-attempt was shame.I remember this with extreme clarity. Here I was, covered in my own vomit, sweat soaked shirt sticking to my back, black sludge dripping out of my nose, chest shaking with barely concealed sobs, all alone. And the first words directed … Continue reading 900km Across Ireland – anxious adventures for Mental Health Ireland
Parents, parental figures and anyone who watched me grow up - I promise to keep it mostly PG-13. Girl Guides Honour. There's something to be said for replacing the memories of one with another. The thing is, after I was assaulted, the tiniest of things could trigger me. To this day I don't drink IPA's … Continue reading For the Love of Schnitzel and Self-Respect.
Today I found myself completely and utterly lost in the French countryside. And I'm not talking about the lovey-dovey "I lost myself in the magnificent views" kind of lost. I mean - I literally walked down the wrong road and found myself in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by vineyards, sheep and the loveliest … Continue reading Lost in the French Countryside (and not the cutesy kind of lost you see in romcoms)
I struggle to fall asleep on my own. Despite the near-constant exhaustion that has haunted me throughout adulthood, I have spent many an hour staring at the ceiling, desperately hoping that each sheep will be the last I count before drifting off to dreamland. My mind is constantly over-active and my anxiety often time takes … Continue reading Love In The Time of Exhaustion.
I want to set something straight. I am living the dream. No, really! I'm currently summering in Switzerland and next week I will be spending a few days in France with work. I'm working for a great family, eating excellent food, and have the freedom to explore all Geneva has to offer, both on the … Continue reading Living the Absolute Dream.
There are periods of my life I don’t like to talk about. Black holes in time, moments I wish could forget. Unfortunately the mind doesn’t work that way and the memories I long to suppress are too often the ones to star in my nightmares. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I might … Continue reading A Brief History of the Descent to Rock-Bottom: A Memoir.
A few years back I made a promise over a few too many shots of arak that I would someday find the courage to share my writing with the greater public. We even came up with a bunch of names for my future blog (most of them being WILDLY inappropriate) and I swore that I … Continue reading Have you met my friend Sam?
Well world, this is me (and my thighs).From a young age, I have absolutely despised my thighs. With an undying passion.They jiggle, are prone to rubbing up against one another uncomfortably in the heat, and just generally make me cringe when I see them. This year was the first time I ever felt brave enough … Continue reading So This Is Me…Jiggly Bits And All.
via Daily Prompt: Toothbrush An Ode To My Toothbrush(es) My toothbrush and I have a complicated relationship. We've seen each other through some trying times. It remains the longest-standing argument I'll ever have with my mother. (have you brushed your teeth today darling, they're looking a bit yellow) It is my savior on the nights … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Toothbrush
Annecy, France is without a doubt the most picturesque city I've yet to come across. Nicknamed "The Venice of the Alps" Annecy is a truly majestic area to explore. The Old Town is idyllic and full of people bustling through, both local and tourists while Lake Annecy with its crystal clear water and stunning mountain … Continue reading Dining Alone in a Foreign Country – A Guide for the Abnormally Anxious.