An hour to myself – Sunday part i
It’s Sunday, and I woke up feeling… not new, not refreshed, just slightly less wrecked…
Bloodied Fingers
It’s Saturday night and I feel hollowed out, I’m heavy and numb and sore. This…
Navigating love when co-parenting feels like warfare
No one tells you how love can feel like war. Not loud, not explosive— but…
The first day…again
Two months ago, Joel found out he was being made redundant. He took it in…
🖤 The Edge, the magic and the silence that ended it
It didn’t last—but for a moment, it was everything. Thursday nearly broke me. Friday almost…
The Day I Nearly Broke in a Toilet at Work
I cried in a toilet cubicle at 9:40am. Not delicately. Not like in the movies.…
A different kind of Sunday
Today was a different kind of Sunday. Not our usual rhythm, not the familiar comfort…
Our Trial Run
This weekend felt like a quiet trial run— just us, figuring out what family could…
The Reclamation
The last two years have been the hardest since my dad was ill and passed…
The Reclaiming
This was not a redesign. This was a resurrection. The room was never mine. It…