My Second Birth Story

I prefer to write here than in my journal. I’m required to write a journal for my university course and it always feels like a chore rather than how enjoyable I find it to write here. Maybe I prefer the pitter patter of typing or maybe I find comfort that someone might find my words

Who I Once Was…

It’s weird to think of who I once was. I’ve never been particularly heading to greatness as I imagine some people are from a young age, those with professional, stable parents. I suppose you can expect great things from those people. I’m not really expected to do anything great by anybody. At times in the

Counselling Placement

I’m watching Mad Men again with Florence sleeping on the sofa next to me, Eva is in bed napping and Mike is asleep in our room (because he does nights). I eat quite a lot of junk food and I struggle to feel guilty because I enjoy it so much. It’s all about Cadbury’s Double