It’s World Hypnobirthing Day, so what better day to talk about my journey so far!
I wake up every morning and thank my lucky stars for your blissful ignorance. I’m glad you don’t realise how… Read more Why I’m glad you don’t understand my anxiety and depression
Stories can come from anywhere and anyone. Mental health can be affected by anything and anyone. In Chapter 5, we hear… Read more Storytellers | Chapter 5: R
In Chapter 4, we hear from K, in a frank and heartfelt poem written during a bad flare up of her chronic pain condition.
To strong girls; may we know them, may we be them, may we raise them.
Maybe it comes. Or maybe it’s filled awkwardly with an overhanging, gangly shape that leaves the bottom row partially empty and unfulfilled. We must learn in life that both outcomes are acceptable.
Birth. Life. Death.
These are the only cemented elements in life. While it is commonly accepted that you will live, your way of life may be tailor-made for you.
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Believe me, because I’ll only lie once.
You could be the change the world needs. You can be the sunshine that someone needs. You could be the difference between life, and something much worse.