Being an all or nothing girl

Being an all or nothing girl

When I’m in, I’m all in. My ‘all in’ seems to run at about 150% and has and is often too much for people. I have become more graceful with the way I can accidentally step on people’s toes, when moving towards the illusive destination, when taking conscious steps...
Moved by the Environment

Moved by the Environment

It was four years ago, when I did my first “Plastic Free July” and made the move of eradicating plastic wraps and food covers from the cupboard. We invested in Bees wax wraps and fabric covers, elasticated around the sides, and reusable sandwich wraps to cover and...
Motherhood reflections at 18 months old

Motherhood reflections at 18 months old

Today, Nahlo, for the first time, said “I love you” before coming up to me and giving me a huge hug and a kiss on the shoulder. He loves balls and being outside. In fact, he doesn’t love being inside. Inside, things can get rather intense but as soon as we are out in...
The Stigma around Therapy

The Stigma around Therapy

I’ve been in therapy for over six years. Every month, I sit down and talk my shit out for 90 minutes to a listening and supportive ear. Rarely, we do some breathing and we often talk a lot about the methods I use to overcome any forms of anxiety or depression, which...
Tackling bedtime alone

Tackling bedtime alone

Brendan has put Nahlo to sleep in the evening for as long as I can remember, and whilst I knew I would be able to do it, the real thing going on was that I really wanted to be able to do it without using my boob. I wanted to be able to be a part of being able to watch...