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Attempting to make sense of parenthood, life, love, and my own mind.

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Mia

Mother to two Tiny Terrors Ball of anxiety, terrible girlfriend. I have a lot of opinions, they are always right. I swear too much and don't like dogs. Attempting to make sense of motherhood, stay semi-sane, and not completely fall apart.

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June 13, 2016
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A post of gratitude for these idiots and the rest of Aaron’s face not pictured.
This. Kid. 🥰 Please send help, I’ve started a HUGE sort out of the kids rooms (and landing) so I can be a wonder woman and give them brand new rooms and play space tomorrow. I regret it all. Thank god for this idiot and his make up keeping me sane!
Mental health and physical health are equated all the time. Usually in terms of broken legs not healing instantly or insulin not being a medication that’s judged. But we never really seem to talk about how interlinked the two truly are. Depression causes me to have pounding headaches, muscle pain, sickness, and overwhelming exhaustion. Anxiety has made me vomit on the street and I’ve been unable to breath so drastically that I thought I was truly about to die. And then today, I’ve got what we think is food poisoning. Not even 24 hours of sickness yet and my mind is spiralling. I can feel myself falling down into a darkness I just crawled out of. I feel useless and alone and forgotten and weak and just fucking sad. I cannot tell you how much respect I have for people who are living with chronic illness and pain, I will never know where you find the strength to get up each day. Mental illness and physical illness. I really don’t think they’re separate categories. So that’s where my brain is today, I’m off to bed to finish some work then dive headfirst into Sims.
Some of us were hanging out with Jeremy Corbyn. Some of us were multi-tasking counting cash, matching eggs, watching videos, and looking STYLISH.
Oh me? Just browsing Rightmove for Falmouth rentals... We need our beach baby life back. (Although if anybody local can explain to me HOW St Michael’s got planning through I would love to know. Gross.)
Salt water runs in my veins. It’s here that I’m home. It calms me. It earths me. Its power is so much stronger than anything I could ever encounter. I will always feel its call, but until I stand this close I never realise how bad I needed to be here. Nothing is as magical as a stormy sea. (I totally forgot how much my hair is after washing in Cornish water as well! It’s like my entire body just needs to be here.)
That. Was. Fun! A night of wine, women, and murder - what’s not to love?! @flendog_ @poor_jo_jo @hannahlouloader @inkandtot @caroline.raisingthebars @alicej_t - what a crew! 🥂
Happy birthday to my beautiful bestie @lisyreading. The Cristina to my Meredith. The gravy to my chips. The gin to my tonic. We might eternally be a mess, but at least we can be a mess together 🖤
Guys, I’ve posted two blogs in two days! Look at me. Acting like I set up this Instagram account to share my writing or something... 👀 One is 25 tiny acts of self-care, none of which involve booking a massage or spending £70 on a face cream for your arse. The other is the croque monsieur recipe you DEMANDED (some of you asked politely). Both can be found in my stories or via the link in my bio. Both are entirely unrelated to this photo.
I’m so annoyed at how long this sat on my bookshelf not being read because of how long I wasted not knowing this story! Complex, frustrating, loveable, hated, conflicting, assumption-shattering. These characters had it all. I’ve never had my alliances switch from character to character so frequently. Every chapter I supported a new team! Discussing extremism, perception, government attitudes, media bias, racism, and most importantly the humanity within Islam, this book feels very important for right now. And that last page. That. Last. Page. #20SecondBookReview 📚 book 21/20 for 2019 Aff link in stories

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