I always thought I understood depression and consequently never understood why the person who was depressed could not focus on the positives in their lives. From a young age, I have appreciated the beauty all around us and so have always found it relatively easy to ‘be in the now.’ However, at the beginning of … Continue reading IT’S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY
Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself. I am 61 years old and think I only begun to be myself over the last year or two. I believe 'being myself' is truly loving and accepting myself. Life would have been so much easier if I had learned that as a child or perhaps … Continue reading Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.
I wrote my very first blog after I was interviewed by Dr Carolyn Mair - a well known freelance consultant specializing in the psychology of fashion. The interview was about body image after breast cancer, and as a survivor, I was acutely aware and able to share what the impact that surgery and trauma had … Continue reading Clothes shopping after Breast Cancer
I have been pondering lately as to why I write blogs about something that took place 7 years ago. Friends suggest it is a self – help cathartic tool and perhaps it is to a certain extent. A lot of people write about their cancer journey – some are funny, some serious, some interesting but … Continue reading No one told me losing my hair would hurt.
Macmillan asked 10 people who have all experienced cancer to read out real things people have said or asked about cancer. I related to everything they read out – I was told I was amazing, I was told I was brave, I was told I could do it and I could fight it etc. I … Continue reading Well-meaning words?
Last week I attended for the first time a yoga class titled " The awakening body." The approach invited us ‘to open to the totality of our felt tactile and sensorial experience moment by moment free of any agenda.’ Ellen, the teacher, guided us in meditation, simple postures, movement and breathing exploration, visualisation and dialog. … Continue reading Mourning my breasts