To find the true answer to this question I'd probably need to go back to birth, because anyone's life is a revolving door of illnesses and emotions so can you ever really know? I know I felt a tonne of angst a week last Thursday. And the cold didn't come til this Thursday. But then … Continue reading Which came first – the virus or the angst?
Imposter syndrome 101 for the awkward and apologetic. A blog series from Lucy Nichol
I recently read a piece in Happiful magazine where Denise Welch wrote a letter to her 16 year old self. That had to be an interesting exercise, Denise certainly thought so. So, here's my letter to me, aged 16, from me, aged 40. Dear Lucy, You probably won't believe this right now, as you sit … Continue reading A letter to my 16 year old self…
I had a big cry-baby snot fest the other night. First time in ages. Other than, perhaps, the sporadic slightly fizzy nose that occurs when happening upon 'suggested for you' Facebook videos of cute 'n' cuddly animals loving each other despite their differing species'. It's hard work spitting all those tears out. But even though … Continue reading It’s fine to be flawed
I read this within 24 hours. As the first sentence in a review of a 350+ page book, that says quite a lot. I barely put it down - in fact, I think my copy will have my breakfast crumbs firmly embedded in the pages now... This is Denise's first novel - and I admit … Continue reading Book Review: If They Could See Me Now Author: Denise Welch
I have a new counsellor. I was referred because, during my counselling assessment, it was suggested that online CBT and management of symptoms probably wouldn't cut it. I'd done all that. It got me through but it didn't move me forward. It was time to tackle the big stuff. Was I ready? As ready as … Continue reading It’s time to ponder the big stuff
The buzzing has been constant for so many years I can barely hear it. A doubtful tinnitus. A constant humming, like the electricity in the walls and the distant traffic in a place I've lived forever. Am I intruding on this conversation? Are they flinching from my smell? Can they see me picking my eyes, … Continue reading Doubt