I’ve fallen a little bit in love with crochet. Who knew that 30 year after my gran tried so hard to get me to share her hobby I would finally sit down and teach myself it properly. It’s definitely something that could become addictive! Its relaxing in a way that helps me, not just that…… Continue reading 10 rows a day keeps the physiatrist away….
I read an article today written by a husband whose wife has depression and anxiety. It is a beautifully written letter that gave me a little tear in the corner of my eye while I was reading it (which was unfortunate timing since I was sat in the waiting room of the dreaded Dr Doom, useless Baku psychiatrist to…… Continue reading My Vigilant defender