How school tore down my soul: I’m coming off Facebook and why — if you’re anything like me — you should too — “Goodbye forever, Facebook…” The one thing we all want to say but never do. Why? This woman puts it very well. But you don’t need to read that yet. Put simply, we are addicted. Some of us are beyond saving and are content living our lives on platforms for platforms. …

Am I interesting enough to read about? — This is probably the 127th version of my ‘About Me’ story I’ve written, which already says a lot about how quickly I change my mind and the brevity of my attention span. Ahh, right… she has ADHD. I wrote my first post on Medium on the 25th of November 2020…

It’s time to take it off and live. Don’t spend your one life hiding from it. — ^ This is the giant rock I’ve been living under for the last 31 years. For the most part, it felt good festering in the cool crevices I’d made. Safe from the outside dangers I’d learned to avoid. This has been my armour and also my prison. That’s what happens…

What it took to get me from Medium writer to finally being able to call myself a journalist — and not wince. — I’m yet to have the first “look, mum! I’m a real writer” conversation. But it will happen once I’ve written this one more thing. I’ve been writing professionally in one way or another for the past four years. With my name attached to pieces only for one of them. But…

How can you know the difference when it’s you in the hot seat? — Belief. The one thing that can drive us to achieve our wildest dreams and also shut us inside our houses. Not only am I one of the latter, but I also take it one step further. It feels like my lack of self-belief has me overanalysing — and doubting —…

Learning to like, let alone love yourself again is not a cut and dry process — Lately, I’ve been waking up each day hoping to look a little bit different. Whether it’s my hormonal cystic acne smoothing out, one less pucker of skin from the cellulite on the back of my legs, or ripple in my belly. Or even just a new glow to my face…

Not caring about what others think is easier said than done — I wish I was being dramatic. But I’m really not. Clinical depression has ingrained itself in the bedrock of my lifestyle since being diagnosed in December 2013. I’ve been on Citalopram since then (in varying doses), sought the help of 4 different therapists, including a very skilled free CBT service…