Book review: Confessions of a Menopausal Woman by Andrea McLean

I'm not sure if I'm peri-menopausal yet. I've often wondered over recent years given the hot flushes, restless legs and night sweats. And my period's visits have become as random and infrequent as Dr Legge's visits to Albert Square. However, there's so much at play in our bodies (especially mine with thyroid issues, coming on … Continue reading Book review: Confessions of a Menopausal Woman by Andrea McLean

Anxiety – it aint what you think it’s the way that you think it

You rock up to your new therapist's office, settle into your new regular perch for weekly outpourings of angst and believe that this time, THIS TIME, you'll kick anxiety's butt once and for all... Then your therapist says... "We're not going to try to get rid of your anxiety completely...that's a tall order" What!? "You'll … Continue reading Anxiety – it aint what you think it’s the way that you think it

Have we finally got to grips with the truth behind tortured rock stars?

My one and only piece for NME (does this make me cool or someone rapidly approaching 40 yet desperately hanging on to their youth, increasingly jealous of their 19 year old step son who takes better selfies and has a much wider taste in music). Anyway, I like NME, I loved Hole and Nirvana and … Continue reading Have we finally got to grips with the truth behind tortured rock stars?

5 ways I’m going to use mindfulness to improve my Christmas

This is my latest Metro UK piece - and very apt given how absolutely worn out I am right now after a challenging week! So I was pleasantly reminded of this advice that I wrote a few weeks back for Metro's Christmas lifestyle blogs. It involves wintry walks, mindful eating and the obligatory scented candle. … Continue reading 5 ways I’m going to use mindfulness to improve my Christmas

There’s a party going on in my legs

Bed time. You're comfortably knackered. And happily snoozy. And cosying up to a cat. It doesn't take long before....you...zzzzzzzz....zzz... DING! Wide awake. Some selfish shit has decided to throw a party. FFS! There's no music though. Or people. But a shed load of compulsive dancing. Coming from your own damn legs. Not again. Restless legs. … Continue reading There’s a party going on in my legs