Tag Archives: addiction
From breakdown to breakthrough
As I prepare to celebrate my 50th birthday on Saturday, I’ve been reflecting on my milestone birthdays to date and the breakdowns and breakthroughs that have accompanied them. On my 10th birthday, I was dealing with feelings that I had … Continue reading
How to reparent yourself
What would a good parent do? This question has been on my lips for a few days, and I imagine it’ll stay there for a good while longer, because the topic of reparenting ourselves and taking care of our inner … Continue reading
I love you but I have to let you go
Have you ever loved something or somebody but had to let that thing or person go? I imagine so. We don’t get through life without loving and losing, without experiencing pain, grief and loss. Unless, of course, we choose not … Continue reading
Giving up on ourselves
Do you give up on yourself? Do you let the energy drain from your dreams? Do you let the light go out on your ideas? Do you get all fired up and excited about something, then feel your enthusiasm dwindle … Continue reading
Self-love is where it starts
Valentine’s Day isn’t easy for some of us. Everywhere we look, there are hearts, flowers and chocolates. Or couples smooching and holding hands. Some of us can ignore it. Some can dismiss it and deride it for its rampant commercialism. … Continue reading
Anger turned inwards
Anger is on my mind, as you’ll know if you read my previous post, ROAR! Why is it that when everything in me is screaming, ‘That’s not OK!‘, or ‘You’ve got to be kidding’, or ‘WTF!’ (excuse my French), I … Continue reading
ROAR!
Something is stirring. I can’t quite explain it but it’s bubbling up inside. It’s anger. It’s a desire to break out and break free. It’s a fierceness. It’s my wild side. It’s the woman inside me who wants to ROAR … Continue reading
How to stop emotional eating
Weight. Body image. Self-esteem. These are issues that come up quite regularly in my work as a dating and relationships coach. Or perhaps I tune in to them more than to other issues, because I’m a recovering compulsive overeater. For … Continue reading
A Bed Full of Memories
I’m staying in my old flat in London this week, the flat I lived in for 13 years, from the ages of 31 to 44. As I got under the covers last night and wrestled with sleep – my washing … Continue reading
Let’s talk about shame
I wrote this post on a train a few weeks back, in one of those inspired moments when I just had to get the words down onto the page or the screen. I didn’t have wifi at the time so … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 