"Being touch starved — also known as skin hunger or touch deprivation — occurs when a person experiences little to no touch from other living things." Living alone has been wonderful; I have my own kitchen, I don't have to share my space and I can walk around the house naked (if I so desire), but living alone during a pandemic? … Continue reading Soup for the Soul →

I finished another journal last week and I've already started a new one. I always look forward to the end of each journal as I get to look back upon all the things I've written. When I read through my latest journal, I realised how much I had grown as a person in the past … Continue reading Begin Anew →

Cher journal, Today marks one year since my attempted suicide. I find it difficult to see progress in long-term things, but when I think about where I was a year ago in comparison to now, I am very proud of myself. Yes, I still suffer from mental illness and, yes, I still have bad days, … Continue reading 21st October →

Cher journal, When I was eleven years old my grandma took me to Calais in France, it was there that I fell in love with everything French. Although Calais isn't the most authentically French city, to my eleven year old self it was incredible. Since then I've dreamed of living in France, becoming a cliche … Continue reading Au Revoir! →

Cher journal, How do you define knowing someone? Is it by the years in which you’ve been friends? Is it by the sheer amount you know about them? Or is it simply connecting with that person on a deeper level? I used to think that knowing someone was about surface level; knowing their favourite TV … Continue reading Knowing Me, Knowing You →

Cher journal, I wanted to share an excerpt from my journal that's dated 15/05/19... Where am I at this stage in my life? I'm unchanged, lying to myself, pretending to be an independent 18 year-old when in reality I'm still that little girl running round in circles, desperately seeking approval from her father. I can't … Continue reading An Excerpt… →

Cher journal, Do you ever feel like you're fleeting? I love that word; fleeting, "lasting for a very short time". A quick passing moment, something that rushes by, you can barely catch a glimpse of it, barely hold on to it. Just as you think you're about to reach out and touch it, it falls … Continue reading Fleeting… →

Cher journal, I cannot believe that it has been a year since I started my blog! It's really amazing to see how much has changed in a year. At first writing on my blog was just a bit of fun, but now it means so much more. It's a platform for me to share my … Continue reading Anniversary →

Cher journal, I must confess, I was disappointed when you didn't wish me Happy Birthday. I must confess, sometimes when I'm walking alone I wonder if you are watching me somewhere... I find it weirdly comforting. I must confess, I see you in the man wearing burgandy that walks past me, I see you in … Continue reading 4am Confessions →