How often do you stop, drink in the moment, and realise that you’re happy? For me, it’s not something I usually do enough. But right now, I can’t help but think it on a daily basis. I’m supremely, ridiculously, smugly happy. No apologies. The problems that used to make me reach for the fluoxetine or citalopram haven’t gone away (in fact, they’ve probably got worse) … Continue reading The Happiest Girl in the World
Where to start? Well, I suppose an introduction is in order. My name is Annabel, and I’m a recovering a… I’m a recovering a… auditor. Yes, it’s hard to admit it, but there it is. I’ve been like this for two and a half years. Every so often I try quitting, but it’s hard. You want to know how I fell into this mess? Like … Continue reading I’m Annabel and I’m a recovering a…
Sometimes life gets too much. And given that I’m not confrontational by nature, when it comes to fight or flight, I run. At the quarter-life stage, I’m not where I thought I’d be. When I got the graduate job I envisaged living in one of the newly built glamourous apartments in the centre of Leeds. I thought I’d have great hair, and wear high heels … Continue reading The Runaway
The Writing Half 