#5randomfacts about @NocturnalWenchy 💜

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🔮 My Rheumatoid Arthritis has become quite evident in my hands. There are simple tasks I simply cannot perform without pain, or not at all. Lifting a heavy jug to pour, opening a cool drink bottle or even taking a tray out the oven. I recently had to ask @se7en_hoods to cut a burger we were sharing. I’m was convinced she thought I was being a DIVA… and I would not even blame her! 👀 I’m too young for these old people problems dammit.
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When your child lives over the sea.

“It is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks. Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper. But the sound of a heartbreaking is completely silent. Almost as though no one, not even the universe itself could create a sound for such devastation. Almost as though silence is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound of a heart falling apart.”
― Nikita Gill

Next month it is a year since my Liam James moved to the UK. I feel as if I both mourn and celebrate him daily. I am excited about the things he does over the sea, yet the sadness of being without him clings to me. Continue reading “When your child lives over the sea.”

Born a Crime got us Educated.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I started my love affair with audiobooks in January of this year. Out of necessity really.

I wanted to read but had other tasks to perform at the same time, so listening at home, in my car, on my phone in coffee shops…. it has become a thing. I’m finally using the earphones that came with my phone! #teenagerloading Continue reading “Born a Crime got us Educated.”

Comparison is the thief if joy.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Scrolling through social media tonight, I felt like an absolute failure. Clearly not living my best life in my curvy girl jeans.

It FEELS like everyone on my feed is out there living their best lives in their skinny bodies, fancy clothes, beautiful homes, perfect bloody everything with ample opportunities that just seem to keep rolling in, and then there is me.

Yes, for this moment… woe is indeed me. Silence. Hear me out. Continue reading “Comparison is the thief if joy.”