diary
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Not Much to Pack These Days
Since my surgery, there’s been a lot less to pack out my underwear with. To state…
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On Burnout, Dysphoria, and the Texture of Truth
I was so tired today, which made the counselling session much harder because my brain was…
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Sea fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all…
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Double-Oh Puppy, licence to get excited and jump around
This summer, the company I work for is having a party. It’s the first time since…
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The Moving Date
So my husband has a date on which he’ll be able to pick up the keys…
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It’s getting real
My husband’s flat rental is progressing: he’s been contacted for more information and proof of income,…
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Love, Reframed
Things are calm again. I think that we are slowly accepting that our marriage is, and…
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The Kindness of Monsters
In a change to what I had planned to write today, I thought that I’d write…
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Too Much to Carry
Things have been difficult at home. The last time my husband tried to talk to me…
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A powerless witness
My husband is struggling to a) find a flat to rent and b) supply all the…
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Hormones Don’t Heal Heartbreak
Earlier this week I had a full bloods tests at the doctor’s surgery. I need a…
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My Blogging Process: Behind the Scenes
This is the final post in the My Blogging Process series, following on from My Blogging…
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Big Boys: Awkward, Tender, Hilarious
Originally a Channel 4 series, we found this on Netflix. It charts the first year of…
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A seat in the shade
Earlier in the week, I asked my husband whether he’d like to come to Bournemouth Pride…
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Old Friends and Estuary Skies
I go to Clevedon, in North Somerset, a lot to do certain rituals of my own…
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