THERE has only been one occasion in my life (thankfully) when I actually feared for my sanity. One occasion when I literally felt like I was going insane. When I felt like I was going ‘out of my mind’. When I knew that I wasn’t thinking like me, but yet couldn’t rid myself of the horrible, irrational and frightening thoughts and emotions that had taken over my mind and body.
WE’RE a few days into December and there’s no doubt about it, I am feeling festive folks! Once my birthday is done and dusted at the end of November, my mind immediately switches to the thought of Christmas and this year with Elsie being that bit older (she’ll be just under 2 and a half on Christmas Day) I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty excited! I can’t wait
I WOKE up this morning in a foul mood. Like a really foul mood. Also, I’m feeling rubbish. Germs have hit the Portman household which means we’re all under the weather and I have a very grotty, snotty and grumpy toddler on my hands. Oh goodie. So I wasn’t very happy this morning. No sirree. But then I sat down, drank my morning cup of tea and read this post