Category: My Mind
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The past few weeks have been a turning point. I’m calmer, happier, and starting to feel like myself again. I’ve been reconnecting with people, building stronger bonds with my daughter, and even pushing forward at work. Life still has its…
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When Jeremy Corbyn and Zarah Sultana announced they were forming a new political party, the predictable response from political commentators was to warn of “splitting the left vote.” But here’s the thing — Labour hasn’t been left-wing for a long…
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A personal statement about truth, lived experience, and why speaking honestly about pain matters even when others would rather look away.
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Despite what stories she wants to tell people to justify what she did. I’m a good fucking person. I’m not the monster she wants to frame me as. I took her on with a newborn child and a toddler. I…
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There’s a funny thing that happens when you tell your side of a story — especially when it doesn’t paint someone in the best light. People who once claimed to stand for truth, fairness, or loyalty suddenly become very selective…
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Looks like one of my posts struck a nerve — someone’s been using bots or automated tools to review bomb my blog with 1-star ratings.
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I’m at a point now where I both love her and hate her. And the part of me that still loves her? I fucking hate that too. Because yeah, she had good qualities. She was amazing at planning things —…
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After three weeks off work to deal with everything going on, I wasn’t sure I was ready to return. My head was still full — looping over everything that had happened. But that final weekend before I returned, something quietly…
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One day, you wake up. You wake up with clarity. The air feels fresher, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re not carrying that crippling tightness in your chest — the one that made it hard…
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Yesterday felt like a turning point — a real, tangible shift. For the first time in what feels like forever, I felt like me again. Not the version of me that was moulded by someone else’s expectations or dulled by…
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She had the idea that real love meant being everything for each other — always together, doing everything as one, never apart. But that wasn’t what I believed love needed to be. For me, love is also about breathing room.…
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Healing is a weird process. So many times — as you’ll have seen in some of my previous posts — I feel like I’m improving. I’ll have a good day, maybe even a few strung together. I get up, crack…
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On Wednesday, I had to go to my ex’s house. There were a few final bits to collect, and we needed to swap SIM trays — one of those dull, emotionless jobs that still manages to carry the weight of…
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Every message from you is like a knife right through my heart. I feel like I’ve took one step forward but then I’m right back to the start. Sitting in the darkness thoughts running through my head. Why are you…
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I want to talk directly to you. I need to explain some things. You’re reading this blog — I don’t know why. But you are, I want you to know something:Despite everything we’ve gone through over the past month, I’m…
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Monday was a tough day. It started with an emotional flashback that hit me unexpectedly, and then, out of nowhere, my ex sent me a message that was full of anger, resentment, and utter nastiness. She opened with the line,…
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I had a moment yesterday. One of those gut-punch moments that comes out of nowhere and just completely knocks the wind out of you. It wasn’t anything big. In fact, it was something tiny — something most people wouldn’t even…
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I want to talk about something important—a memory I’ll never forget. One that hurts deeply but also keeps me grounded. It’s the reason I know I can’t ever go back. The day I found out my wife had cheated, I…
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I’ve taken a couple of days away from writing, and I think it was the right move. There’s been a lot to process over a short period of time, and stepping back allowed me to breathe, reflect, and embrace the…
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It doesn’t matter how you try to spin it. Maybe you’ve told yourself it wasn’t cheating. Maybe that makes it easier to sleep at night. But the truth is, the label doesn’t change the reality of what you did. And…
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