I love my mum. I really do. An amazing strong-willed woman who fought long and hard for the life I have today. She will also be the death of me. Literally. My mum came to this foreign country as a refugee in 1984 (I omit the name of the country in fear of someone recognizing … Continue reading Mum


Anxiety – Not my first encounter

Here it goes, my first ever blog so please excuse my very broken piece of writing. At the moment I'm using this as a journal. I want to document my thoughts and feelings and maybe there are others out there who feel what I feel. Sometimes it's hard to burden your friends and family with … Continue reading Anxiety – Not my first encounter