All Storms Really Do Pass

Honestly? This week wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. On Tuesday, returning to work after the bank holiday, I had a really rubbish brain day. My head was full of fluff and anxiety and everything felt difficult. I stumbled through, but by the end of it, I had a mighty tension headache and tears in my eyes. Luckily, I have some wonderful people around me who … Continue reading All Storms Really Do Pass

Life Lesson From My Younger Self – Lesson Two – My Truly Happy Place

It’s funny, normally when we think of children, we picture them moving through life at 100mph, never being able to focus on one thing for too long without getting bored. But when I think of little Bronwen, sat for hours in a chair reading a book or playing house, I remember I didn’t always have to be busy to be happy. From memory, I was … Continue reading Life Lesson From My Younger Self – Lesson Two – My Truly Happy Place

Week Fifty-Two

As after most Christmases, the arm of the chair that I am sat in is piled high with books: The new 2020 diary I got for Christmas, Fearne Cotton’s ‘Calm’, Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch (I’m on chapter 8 and loving every second), and a very thick pad titled ‘642 things to write about’ (which I cannot wait to start working my way through). … Continue reading Week Fifty-Two

Week Forty-One

This one’s for my Mum and her sisters, my aunties. I love you all so much. The theme of 2019 has definitely been ups and downs. I’ve had months full of happy memories and positivity and other months that have been huge struggles. Whether it’s been my mental health getting me down or things going on at home. I don’t want to write a super … Continue reading Week Forty-One

Week Thirty-Six

Oh heyyy! So, the house move has gone surprisingly smoothly for me. Especially considering my inability to accept change, close attachment to places and things and general emotional-ness. I was super emotional when we eventually said goodbye to the flat, but in my defence, it had been one of those weeks anyway and I was due a good cry. Also, it was so super strange … Continue reading Week Thirty-Six

Week Fifteen

I’m wearing my sunny day t-shirt (under my biggest fluffy jumper because it’s chilly despite the sunshine) with my oldest, comfiest jeans. I’m munching on Bitsa Wispa in an attempt to satisfy the sweet tooth I’ve woken up with. I’m smiling because sunny Sundays are my favourite thing and I’ve already had three cups of tea today. This week’s been a bit of an emotional … Continue reading Week Fifteen