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We.Feel.Weather For a long time, if you asked me what I do for me, the answer was always "nothing." My life is a constant loop of being "Mum," doing courses, cooking, cleaning, and the school run. I’m always busy, always educating myself, but I’d completely forgotten how to just be me at the end of it all. It took a trip to the doctor’s office to really see it. I was at my lowest point, and during that appointment, the question came up: What do you do for yourself? I sat the

We.Feel.Weather I once attended a pain management course supplied by the NHS. It was well-intentioned and centred around spoon theory — the idea that energy is limited and must be carefully rationed. While I understand why it helps some people, I left feeling more disconnected than supported. Counting spoons didn’t help me explain how I felt, where the pain lived, or what my family could do with that information. It still relied on words I didn’t always have. So I came home

https://tinasessentials.gumroad.com/l/idktxqWe.Feel.Weather. Living with chronic illness isn’t just about managing symptoms — it’s about constantly trying to explain something that changes every day, often when you barely have the energy to get through the basics. For me, the hardest part wasn’t the illness itself, but the feeling of not knowing how to communicate what I was going through without sounding negative, dramatic, or overwhelmed. Some days I didn’t even have the w

We.Feel.Weather . As a single mother, I feel trapped in a life I never chose and no longer recognise. I feel like I have no real say in my own son’s life — that decisions are quietly made elsewhere, without me, by people who don’t have to carry the emotional or practical weight that I do. I have never tried to be difficult. I have bent myself into someone agreeable, flexible, understanding — because I believed that was what co-parenting required. But somehow, despite all of t

I decided to start my blogging journey simply because I was numb, exhausted, and lonely. I am an introvert, so leaving the house can be challenging when I’m having bad days. I suffer with PTSD, Central Sensitivity Syndrome, depression, and anxiety, amongst other medical conditions. This causes me to feel very deeply, without being able to show it physically to people, because it’s all invisible. Unless you have a physical disability or a visible burn or rash, it can be incred

We.Feel.Weather Today. This is where my writing journey begins. I sit here on this sunny Thursday afternoon, waiting for my son to arrive back from a night at his dad’s house. I’ve just installed Quillspace, with an aim to blog. This came about after many, many attempts at trying to make a living from home — which, let me tell you, at this moment in time feels absolutely impossible. But I’m willing to give this a go if it means I can eventually work peacefully at home, withou