I am the proud aunt of three nieces (and two nephews). My sister had her first girl eight years ago and I was smitten from day one with the newest member of our family. We teased my sister that a girl was karma for the years she tormented my parents with her teenage angst. That… Continue reading The Family Curse.
Starting with a new therapist is hard. It never gets easier. When we first moved back to my Hometown 9 years ago, my GP referred me to Ann. While Ann and I have had our differences ( read: I was emotional and didn’t want to face the truth also she remained calm and non-responsive hen… Continue reading The Therapist/Patient Relationship
Fourteen months ago I closed my retail store and re-entered the job market. After three months of applying for jobs I secured a part time position in a small boutique, only to be made redundant four months later when that boutique closed down also. The job hunting scene is depressing at the moment for everyone,… Continue reading 9 things I wish people would stop telling me as an Un/underemployed person.
Gather round folks, its story time. I took over an existing brick and mortar vintage consignment store 5 years ago. Owning my own business was a dream of mine. I had looked into buying a similar business the previous year but the figures were not good so I passed on it. The store had a… Continue reading The best and worst decision I ever made.
This post was inspired by the movie "Don't Breathe" which I caught on TV with my partner a few weeks ago. As a rule I am not a horror movie watcher but I caught this one and it got me thinking. Coming out of a depressive period is a lot like a the end of… Continue reading The House of Depression.
As a personal blog, I guess it’s time to get a bit personal. With an upcoming trip to visit my partners family, all the feelings and memories of past experiences with the in-laws. I know it’s cliché to have a rocky relationship with your other halves family, and I certainly hate clichés. But nether-the-less here… Continue reading Being Judged for who I used to be.
I wrote this a few months ago. I guess the situation never resolved itself, but we’ve pushed it below the surface and are ignoring it again. Anyway, I figured I'd share. Ten years. Ten years it has been. Ten years since you sat on my bed and told me you just wanted to be friends.… Continue reading Ten Years