Ode to my shoe – when I tried my hand at poetry. I still miss that flip-flop!
Interview tales – back when we were looking for an office assistant at work
Ireland oh Ireland – Photos of our wonderful vacation around this beautiful country.
Furbabies! – the fluffy loves of my life!<< MORE >>
Weight loss… sigh.. I’ve written about it time and again, clearly because I keep falling off the wagon. Even with my new-found love for going to gym, I still trip up on the eating healthy part. With my condition, it also makes it difficult – not an excuse, I sweat! But often I don’t leave the apartment for days, even weeks!. so that means I don’t get exercise. I’m also a binge eater (minus the throwing up). Everything I eat and eat and eat and ea.. (you get the picture) stays on me, metabolising to lazy, unmovable fat.
I promise myself I’ll do better, I’ll eat better, I’ll go to gym or at least exercise daily. It’s struggle but I try everyday.<< MORE >>
Krystal of @okVillage – besides being one of my bestest IRL friends, I love Krystal’s blog sharing her ideas, recipes and fashion. Also, she is mama to the cuuuuuuutest baby boy ever!
Flirty30 of Cocktails and orgies – Funny, honest and a girl after my own heart.
Angel of Being Angel – Having been a single mom, I could identify with a lot of what Angel shared, now I happily follow her married life adventures, guide-dog raising escapades and her beautiful baking
Postsecret.com – because almost every week I find a secret that could have been written by me.<< MORE >>
This is a tough one, as I don’t have any memories of my childhood. The only things I ‘remember’ are photographs but not the event itself. People, be they family or friends, that I hadn’t seen since I was young, I don’t recognise or if I do I have not idea who they are and what their story is. I have a psychological block of my life before I was 17 years old.
What I do recall is that my cousin, Marco, and I were very close. He was born exactly 4 weeks after me and for the first two years of our lives, we lived together. I remember weekends he would spend at our home and vice versa. Particularly when it came to meals, Marco is an incredibly fussy eater (still is to this day) and my mum would lose patience with him when he wouldn’t eat – he especially disliked fish. And I remember from weekends at his house, with his mom serving us coffee in bed, I love the scrambled eggs!<< MORE >>
Taken on my last holiday in Cape Town, me on the beach, The beach is my happy place, I’m completely complete there, no matter which beach in the world – its the ocean that calls me and calms me. The friend that took the photo was so amused by the transformation in me the moment I stepped on the sand.<< MORE >>
Last year, after a series of panic attacks, agoraphobia and a complete avoidance of people, life and everything else, I was diagnosed with PTSD. I very briefly wrote about it here. Today, almost 14 months since, I am still working through it. I go for regular therapy, though now its gone from twice a week to one session weekly with my psychologist and only sporadic sessions with my psychiatrist as opposed to every two weeks as it was in the beginning.
I know that I’m going about this back to front, but it seems easier to say how I’m working on ‘it’ that to say what ‘it’ really is. Therapy really helps, talking things out, all those thoughts that you know you shouldn't have or that you can’t get clarity on - therapy helps.
I recently had a set back, so at the moment I^m feeling like I’ve failed, like I’ve taken so many steps backwards and all the hard work I’d done has been for nothing, At the same, I know where working on my issues and therapy has gotten me and I know that it works, so its perhaps a little less hopeless really, because if I’ve done it once, I can certainly get there again… right? Okay, truth be told, it doesn’t feel like I’ll be able to get there again, it seems the struggle is even harder this time round. I know I put a lot of pressure on myself and I expect way too much from so little but I do get so frustrated and annoyed with myself. I know how hard my illness has been on those around me, those who love me and poor MrTwist has borne the brunt of it most of the time – I haven’t said it much but I really appreciate it all, the patience, the tears, the screams and the long silences. Thank you MrTwist, thank you family, thank you dear friends.
Its just one day at a time….<< MORE >>
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