A woman who got lost whilst in love. My story of dealing with domestic abuse and the aftermath.
Today has been awful and I can only hope that tomorrow is better. Obviously I wrote mid afternoon yesterday after I had realised what a dumbarse I had been with making my juices but I still felt ok. Evening struck and I realised I could no way stomach the purple thing (Ruby Tuesday) knowing the... Continue Reading →
Despite getting myself to the gym every morning and completing a small run I still was not getting anywhere fast. I know tiny steps are best but when I gained this weight in such a short space of time, I want it gone in equally a short space of time. I found myself still constantly... Continue Reading →
Behind These Bluest Eyes 