Just whatever…

So, now that I have you hooked with that thoroughly captivating title, let’s have a talk. Just me and the bountiful audience of three. Recently I’ve been going through a renaissance of sorts. And by that I mean I’m not the wee child I was…let’s see…half a year ago. Has it really been that long

Kitchen essentials: Anxiety & trauma

Okay, so first off, I’m not trying to infiltrate the cook blog niche. With that being said, let’s dive into today’s episode of The Great British bake off, but with a twist. All the contestants participating have to have a moderate to severe anxiety disorder. In my kitchen, I allow ( and even encourage) my

Dirty but finished- A poem (and a little bit of self realisation worth sharing at the end)

I’m a finished piece of art,A dirty canvasAnd no space left for you to correct it,Not a perfect sculptureBut atleast all my parts are still attached,If you try to make changes, I’ll only fall apart;Too late to mould me into something I’m not,Too late to mould me into something you’d someday want,I’m sorry I hurt