“I bloody adore my current job. It’s the prospect of What Next that terrifies me.”
I’m still reeling from how much I got rid of and how many spare coat-hangers I now have. I feel light and fuzzy and free.
Recovery is just a start line with a never-ending series of hurdles. You always need to keep running and twirling away from the clutches of the disease that once dug its tentacles into your flesh.
Including a little rundown of what I’ve deposited into my savings account over the last few months…
“I first realised I needed help – professional help – when I changed trams for no reason at all.”
We know we have a problem when the supposed “ideal woman” is the one who says nothing.
Here are some of the things I loved hard in January that I think you might love too.