mental health – Rebecca E Brown

One of the greatest traditions my mother ever passed on to me is that of the ‘Sticky Bun Moment’, the

The first time I really met the Queen, she was in her bedroom. I must have been around 8, perhaps,

Before we go too far, a warning. In the words of Baz Luhrmann, ‘[nostalgia] is a way of fishing the

It’s around 1983, maybe 1984, and my goodness, my arms ache. I have been practicing my very first starring role

I’m huffing up the stairs, socks straggling and escaping from the jumble in my arms. Every two steps one piece

Today was a landmark day. Today, I finally returned to the lowest weight that I have recorded, the weight I

It’s the most obvious thing you get told when you have depression: try exercise, it will make you feel better.

There’s a myth that’s been around for a few years and I’m coming to realise how damaging it is, on

It’s a couple of months since I posted about my depression and I’ve since been to see my doctor and

So, my posts lately, as well as being ever so slightly erratic, have not been particularly cheerful, have they? Apart

I remember hearing about Marian Keyes having a bad time but beyond feeling sympathy for her, I didn’t think too

I may have mentioned, once or twice either here or on various social media, that our new house has a

I’ve been debating with myself whether to blog about this for a while now. I’ve touched on it in a

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