Sometimes I worry if I share too much on my blog, I don’t share it all, it’s only the tip of the iceberg but being so open on the internet can be hard. Blogging about fashion is easy, blogging about body acceptance comes natural to me, but being open and sharing stuff about my mental health can be hard. What if it puts people off? What if it jeoperdises working with a brand in the future? Then I remember, this is MY blog, and everybody has problems.
My life is in scrambles at the moment. I don’t know which was is up and I feel so tired. Half my stuff is here & half my stuff is at the new house. I don’t know where to start. I need to paint. I need to unpack. I need to buy furniture, all I have is my bed & a couple of bookcases that are falling apart. I need someone to tell me what to do, I need a guide to living. My room (above) in my old house looks so much larger without the bookcases and half my stuff.
My Mum is sick & I worry. My cat is an escape artist, Mr Frodo is getting old. I’m haunted by what happened to Jill Meagher. I’m over emotional due to my periods. Doctor Who makes me cry. I miss having someone to hold me, someone to hold. The worst thing about love is that you can’t just STOP loving at will. If I was rich, i’d fly over to Adelaide to see my physio, my back is sore & it scares me.
I keep having the urge to buy pretty things but I’m trying to be good. I have a holiday (above, pictures by my sister) to look forward too, in 19 weeks. That is what i’m saving for, two weeks away with my Sister, her boyfriend & my nephew. I need to start ‘spending time in the sun’, to get my body used to it. I’ve had 2nd degree sunburn before and it was the most painful external injury I’ve had.
Next week i’ll probably be fine. The new ‘pill’ my doctor has me on has made me more hormonal. If this is what most women feel like during their time of the month, I don’t know how they do it. PMS DOES exist. Oh, and if you have a spare moment, go read this article – A love letter to your vagina.