To think this time last year I attempted to take my own life but a year later I’m putting a deposit down for my own flat…she deserves a long ass hug and well done pat on the back, I know it’s been hard ❤️🩹
(A lil sneak peak😉)
I leave for London again tomorrow morning and I have to go knowing the most important person in my life isn’t speaking to me. I’m so excited if you can’t tell
I am so sick and tired of everyone else’s fucking shit being my issue. Fuck off. Yours and mums shit is not my fucking issue and I won’t take the shit anymore.
Eating disorders are no joke. I’m so sick of fighting my brain everytime I put weight on. I know no matter my size, I’ll never be happy, but my god the guilt of being bigger than I know I’ve been in a while…it’s exhausting.
Although my brain is overstimulated with other things lately, I’ve still come home today after 2 weeks away and done two loads of laundry and cooked food 🫶🏼 sometimes it’s the small things in life that we should be proud about!
On the bright side - staying at nans with mum = having a chance to grab nans old jumpers so I can make a blanket to remember her by 💜 this still all feels like a bad dream.
So my nan is dying of cancer…what hurts most is that I know she won’t make it to my next birthday…we’ll never spend another new year together, she’ll won’t be at my wedding or watch her future potential grandkids grow up. My heart aches. I’m not ready to say goodbye Wednesday💔
My biggest achievement is being given the pleasure of being your godmother - watching you grow from heart surgery at 2 days old, to a beautiful, brave, sassy little mare! Vi, you are my world 💜