Return to school photos. Yes those. We all do them – we all stand our little cherubs up against a backdrop – whether it be a door or wall...

Autumn has always felt a little, well, sad for me. I spoke to my mother about this and she thinks the same. It certainly is a beautiful...

I’ve come to the conclusion that I have probably had anxiety most of my adult life. It has sat within the depths of my soul, most of the...

The self-help book on “Teenagers: The Lockdown Year,” was never written in time. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would have prepared me for...

I want to talk about being in my early fifties. I want to talk about how it feels to look in the mirror and see your mother looking back...

I have been working from home for around 16 years, way before lockdown and the new normal of now. It does have its upsides – mainly the...

One of the most infuriating things I find about myself, is the inability to relax. I think this stems from working from home, something I...

When I was around 22 years old, I was on the tube in London one evening when the train got stuck between stations on the dreaded,...

I am starting this blog off by liberally nicking this snippet of a lyric from Pink Floyd’s superb 1970s track, ‘Time’: “And then one day...

I can sleep anywhere. I hitched to Paris for charity when I was at university years ago and slept on a bench somewhere in the Charles de...

So, I am in my early 50s and a mother of teenagers. On the Beaufort scale for hormones here we are somewhere between Violent Storm and...

Random acts of kindness and a boxful of kittens.. check out this week's blog x

Going to Tesco in my pyjamas wasn’t high on my bucket list, but I ended up doing this as an experiment last summer. Pushing myself to do...

I heard from someone that by the fourth blog you have said everything you need to say and start repeating yourself, churning out the same...

If I ever had to explain to my therapist what my anxiety felt like and what would trigger fear and panic it would be the following...

OK, so when my anxiety was at its height, spiralling out of control, a typical day often started like this: *BANG* rude awakening – heart...

I have an over-active brain. Not that that shapes any notion of intelligence, not at all. It means it cannot just be still. From the...