Warning: This post deals with issues of mental illness and may be distressing for some readers. A part of me doesn’t want to write this because I’m scared of exposing myself. Or exposing myself more than I already am. I haven’t exactly been conservative about how much of my life I’m sharing on the internet. … More It Ain’t Weak To Speak
Sometimes you’re thrust into situations you’re not prepared to tackle. You’re forced to think on your feet. Sometimes those situations are superficial in nature. Twix jumbo chocolates are half price. They’re right there in front of you. Help. Sometimes those situations are significant teaching moments. Like last week for example. I’m work as a nanny … More The boy in the pink tutu needed me. And I failed him.
My dear audience, Again, I feel like I need to apologise for being MIA for so long. My posts have been inconsistent at best, which is a bit like me I guess. But I feel like, in light of something that happened a couple of days ago, I need to write and share something with … More Where I am now and why I’m not the person I used to be.
First of all, dear readers, I need to apologise. I’ve been slack. I haven’t written as much as I would have liked to. If I’m being honest with you, my creative juices just haven’t been flowing. I’ve had a bit of writers block. Every time I sit down to write or I have an idea, … More I’m a chick. I play rugby. This is how it’s changed me.
Anxiety, my old friend. It’s been a while. Are we friends? I can’t be sure. I guess you’re that person you have in your life you wish you could cut off. You know the one? That person that’s toxic but sometimes makes you feel like you need them so you hold on to them. Does … More Anxiety, my old friend. It’s been a while.
By Krystina Batt Control is a bittersweet word. I can either “have things under control” and feel like I’ve got my sh!t together, or I can “lose control” and the whole world can come crashing down. Control for some can mean a healthy balance and for others it can signify a daily battle of restriction. For me, … More War and Peace: My experience with control and binge eating.
I want to tell you all a little story. One of those classic “aha” moments that I’ve carried with me since. It was a cold Autumn morning. The type of morning where the sun is shining but you have to pull your jumper up over your nose to keep it warm. The type of cold … More Self-care Sunday sounds wanky but by God, it’s important.