The moment I gave myself permission to be a bit more chilled about getting things done... the more I actually GOT things done because I wasn't sat in my whirlwind of thoughts, absolutely paralysed by the amount of things I thought I HAD to do.
I’m sat here typing as a last ditch attempt to focus my mind on something other than how hap-hazard my breathing is.
To “chill out” my head, in the same way that we would ice our ankle, foot, quads…
I’m not too shy about banging on about Run Talk Run to everyone I meet. I often get asked “how did this all come about” so I’ll give you a very brief timeline of how things have developed!
A rather in depth account of my own experience with bulimia.
Ouch. Yep, I know it sounds harsh. Let it sink in, and let it hurt. Because I’m hoping that by the time I’ve explained what I mean by this, it’ll hurt a little less and actually help you.
Once upon I time I actually felt a great deal of shame around keeping a journal. From the age of around 13 it was a grand secret that I kept hidden in my underwear drawer and in those days it mostly contained musings about how “unfair” things were. How “unfair” it was that I was [...]