35 and Learning Myself From Scratch
As I turn 35, I’m realising that healing doesn’t always look like answers. Sometimes it looks like beginning again; learning yourself slowly, honestly, without judgement. I’m unlearning the idea that strength means silence, that discipline equals wholeness, or that doing…
Mourning the Lost Twenty Something and Choosing to Live the Next Chapter
Ageing is strange. One day you’re young and carefree, the next you’re the adult making decisions that shape lives. Lately I’ve been realising how quickly time has moved, and with that realisation comes a quiet grief — grief for the…
I Died at 25 — and It Saved My Life
At 22, I was convinced I wouldn’t live past 25. I prepared for the end with quiet determination, arranging my life as if it were a countdown. But life, in its strange, unpredictable way, had other plans. At 25, half…
Beyond the Postcards: The Unfiltered Reality of My UK Life
When I realised I was moving to UK, I got so excited. I couldn’t wait to ride in the famous double-decker buses and take Instagram worthy pictures in the red telephone booths. I was going to be a London girlie…
Why Do I Have This Blog Anyway?
I don’t know. No really, I don’t know. I started blogging in 2014. Back then I just wanted to write so I switched my pen for the keyboard. I still had the dream of becoming a fulltime writer. I imagined…
The Invisible Prison of Eating Disorders
I have lost almost 10kg over the past three months. And getting there took drastic measures. And not the ones you may be thinking about. When you have an eating disorder, losing weight can be tricky. My psychologist told me…
