After Squaddie and I split for good, there was a period of change for me. For a while, I’d spend my days convinced that nobody could ever really love me. Again, being ‘alone’ made me feel suicidal. I believed that I was not loveable and that I was in everyone’s way. I’d stand at the …
The rocky start of my Newcastle life
I started writing yet another post about Squaddie, then I stopped, then started again, then stopped. At first, I considered that I might be resisting because it was still painful but I couldn’t find any truth in that. My gut was definitely not agreeing. Then I realised, I am resisting because I’ve discussed it to …
It’s not abuse if it doesn’t leave a mark… is it?
Soon after moving in with Roxy, I managed to get a full time job at a bakery. That, alongside my weekend job at the Rugby club kept me busy. Unfortunately, busy doesn’t equal paid well so I was back in the hole of not being quite sure how to budget to pay rent, bills and …
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Self Preservation to Self Love 