We all struggle. It’s not a competition…

And no, I don’t need you to tell me why your problem is worse than mine. It is not a competition. I’m generally quite honest and open about my own struggles with parenting, my mental health, and other things. I like to think that if I share, it might help someone, somewhere, realise that they […]

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Please don’t call me…

And I won’t call you… Yup, that’s right. I am not being rude, or maybe I am, but I can explain. I have a reason. It probably isn’t logical to you, but it’s real for me. The problem is, is that I HATE talking on the phone. Truly, truly, I hate it. It brings out […]

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When the stomach bug makes you anxious…

(This is what the virus that causes most stomach bugs looks like. Fairly innocent and innocuous until it hits your system and makes you ill!) No one likes the stomach bug. No one enjoys when it lurches it’s nasty way into your system, and makes you ill, and spreads to your family. It’s unpleasant, and […]

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I got lost. Anxiety & Me. It’s not just me.

My name is Karen, and I am someone who struggles with anxiety. I got lost.  I normally struggle on quietly, and cope, although those close to me, usually can tell when my coping mechanisms are cracking and failing. I have always been an anxious person, all of my life, for as long as I can […]

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Let’s talk about my mid-life crisis nose piercing…

Let’s talk about my mid-life crisis nose piercing… Yes, I did it, after talking about it for months, probably years. I went with a lovely friend, who is celebrating a very hard-earned weight loss goal, and she got her nose pierced, and so did I, and another friend had her ears pierced. Before you ask, […]

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Getting over a fear of spiders.

I was terrified of spiders, big ones, small ones, hairy ones, I did not like them. I would freak out if I knew one was in a room, and the thought of them made me anxious and sweaty. I think my fear stems from a small spider falling on my face, from a wall, when […]

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If sleep is for the weak, then I am weak….

If sleep is for the weak, then I am week. I am also TIRED. Bone tired, exhausted, beyond my capacity to cope with life, because I am sleep deprived. My gorgeous little boy has been such a poor sleeper for so long (from aged 9 months until now, approx 29 months) that my body has […]

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