Anxiety

There’s a gentle breeze floating in through my window, carrying the sound of birdsong, accompanied by the most beautiful sunshine. It’s easy to forget there’s a war raging outside. One…

Beneath my bed is a suitcase. Handmade. Wooden. Older than my mum. Likely older than my dad. It belonged to my grandfather. A place to lock away all his important…

Since about the second week of January, I’ve been fighting on and off again with the lowest of moods. A lot of days, insomnia consumed my nights, and fear and…

Since my very first #MondayMotivation post, I’ve been obsessed with Heather Stillufsen’s work. I’ve used her sketches on social media, website posts, e-mails to friends, family and colleagues and one…