3 ways I have succeeded despite Crohns…


I am doing my masters. This is something I didn't think would be possible through the mid-point of my second year at Undergraduate. I couldn't walk, I couldn't eat, I couldn't function on my own and totally relied on my friends to support me.  I was a walking, talking crohns-monster, and I am so thankful…

Cheeky Little Update…


So I have nothing that special to say (probably NOT the best way to start  a post, but hey ho! Honesty is the best policy and all that 😉 )  but feel like its been a while, so thought I would just check in and fill y'all in with the nothingness that is going on…

What if I am just writing in circles?


What if I run out of things to say? I am worried my thoughts are all the same, mundane worries and fears, stupid self conscious and self deprivating thoughts as well as general despair about my future! Alongside obviously the ridiculous laughing fits, the happy photos, the loving cuddles - but these are things that…

Colonoscopy #4 done and dusted


abd at age 22 as well, it isn't fair.  I'm back at work today and so shattered and tired and shaky I could cry. It took all my energy to get me here and I can't cope with actually working and the thought of physically trying to get myself home again makes me feel ill.…

Whale woman reporting for duty 🐳


Literally. I can't even. The tiredness.  I am trying to lose some weight, less snacking, morr healthy food etc. Like three weeks in and nothing, no change. Still the heaviest I have ever been, still waddling around feeling shit about how I look. And that's freaking depressing and annoying! And aside from that I am…

Very close to a tantrum


so.  I have to quit my job tomorrow. And I know o show focus on the exciting masters that is in my future. And I know I should focus on all the opportunities . But all I can think about is how am I meant to have that awkward conversation? How am I meant to…

😓


Ffs. I just have such an over whelming urge to cry- what's wrong with me?! Today I left my boyfriends and went to visit my cousins in London and it was lovely, we had lunch and saw part of the Notting Hill Carnival and then I came home. I'm so tired. I'm so sad. WHAT…

Addicted to blogging? Maybe…


Okay, So I know this is my SECOND blog of the day, and each of these are probably as boring as the last. And the poor fools of you who are following me and getting spammed by these emails are probably hoping against hope that I lose internet connection and am unable to carry on…