I like books, rubber ducks, 90s pop music and putting words on paper.
Someone I’ve never written about or never even spoken to anyone about is getting bullied in Year Eleven.
Tonight I write on my laptop and I’m in bed.
After Harry was born I did this a lot, probably because I was super tired (let’s be honest, I was anemic but hadn’t tested for that yet) and…
Last year I read twenty self help books. They fell into two categories: life is hard and I got over it using my inner strength OR life is hard, but my life will always be harder than yours, and I deal with it using my inner strength.