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Beth Sandland

My Mental Health Story

05/17/2019 · LIFESTYLE, MENTAL HEALTH, WELLNESS

My Mental Health Story: living with depression and anxiety

 

This is my mental health story. In one way or another, we’ve all got one to tell.

 

November 4th 2015 is a day I won’t ever forget. I walked into my GP surgery, a shell of myself, and nervously waited for my name to be called. Eventually I made my way down to the doctors office; I was newly registered at the surgery and hadn’t met him before. I didn’t really know what I was going to say. I didn’t have a sore throat or a twisted ankle or a persistent headache. I’d never thought much about my mental health before. I was struggling to comprehend in my own head how I felt, so putting it into words felt like an impossible task. In the end, I didn’t even need to try. “I’m just so tired” I sobbed, before dissolving into a flood of tears.

Let’s rewind a few weeks. That September I had started at university having left my job and moved flats (also in London). Freshers and that first half a term were nothing like I’d hoped they’d be. I felt isolated, out of place and incredibly lonely. I had all these grand ideas about how I’d be going clubbing dressed like a slutty mouse – actually not my thing, but it’s what you do when you’re a fresher, right?! – joining quirky societies, playing for the Netball 7th team (yeah, that was actually a thing) and hanging out in my fairy light-clad halls room drinking warm box wine with my new girlfriends.

In reality, I was sat in my alien-seeming little box room alone, sobbing uncontrollably without any real comprehension as to why. Nothing had happened. I wasn’t hurt, nobody had died, I hadn’t received bad news. I just felt sad, so very devastatingly low that everything ached and I just wanted to wrap myself in a cocoon and hide.

The day before I rang the GP, I took a train to Reading to meet my mum half way for lunch and Christmas shopping. Ordinarily I couldn’t think of a nicer way to spend a day but instead of relishing her company or the early festivities, I felt like a deflated balloon. On the train home I curled up in the seat and stared out the window for an hour, seemingly totally devoid of any feeling. My mum text me that evening to share her concern and the next day I woke up and rang the doctors.

I’m not sure whether the receptionist heard something in my voice or I just got particularly lucky, but I was seen less than 24 hours later. The NHS isn’t renowned for it’s mental health care, but at this point in my journey, and right up until I tried (and failed) to access therapy a little later on, I received outstanding care. Never once did I feel like I wasn’t taken seriously and I’ll always be grateful for that.

 

Gibsons Steps, Great Ocean Road

 

Taking Antidepressants

During that first appointment little was said. Honestly, I didn’t offer much but lots of salty tears and gulped half-sentences. Dr Smith helped me to fill out the depression questionnaire (worlds worst pub quiz) and I was sent for bloods too just in case. It’s a funny one isn’t it, how we just can’t help but look for a physical cause first?

Initially I was adamant that I didn’t want anti-depressants. I feared becoming reliant on them, I feared they’d mean I was certifiable crazy. Basically, I was just really scared. I went home with an appointment scheduled for a few days time to discuss the test results.

I’m not sure what changed within me, but when I found myself back at Dr Smith’s desk draining his supply of tissues, I was ready to say yes.

As expected, my bloods came back clear. The quiz and Dr Smith’s own observations diagnosed me with severe clinical depression and anxiety. Later I was also diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder based on patterns dating back four years.

He drew a simple diagram to try and explain to me how 60mg of Fluoxetine would impact my mind. If my feelings were currently a rollercoaster with aggressively low dips, the drugs would cap them both at the top and the bottom. I may not feel high, but I shouldn’t feel so low anymore either. I’ve tried to recreate it below.

The impact of anti depressants on my mental health

Dr Smith did warn me that it was likely to get worse before it got better and that the first few weeks would be rough. I was terrified. I kept reminding myself that had I booked an appointment for tonsillitis, I’d be doing so seeking a prescription for penicillin. Clutching that slip and making my way to the pharmacy should not be perceived any differently.

 

The next few months

I’m not acutely aware of what the next couple of months looked like. I was living in a bit of a daze and still struggling to function at a normal capacity. Whilst the Prozac did mean I wasn’t sobbing all the team (very helpful), it did bring a very unwanted guest to the party: insomnia. I spent most nights laid awake staring into space or, on a good day, drawing until 4am.

I don’t even remember that Christmas or New Year. Without thinking really hard about it, I couldn’t tell you where I spent either or what gifts I received.

My anxiety heightened acutely, so much so that I was often afraid to leave my room. I bought a fridge and a kettle so I could limit how often I had to head to the communal kitchen, even. 

University became a huge sticking point in my head. I’d tell myself I was going to turn up, I had a friend who did her best to text me and save me a seat in seminars, I’d get dressed and ready. Then I’d just sit, completely paralysed. I’m not even sure what I was afraid of. By mid-January I was contemplating dropping out of my dream university. I had contacted the wellbeing department; they’d received a letter from my doctor who so helpfully allowed me to access extra exam support. Unfortunately, aside from a single meeting putting extra time and the use of a computer (the blue light helped to keep me awake) into place, the ‘wellbeing’ support stopped there and in 3 years I never heard from them again.

 

Gibson Steps, great ocean road

Anxiety

Anxiety wasn’t something I often even recognised at this point in my life because it was just always there. One moment I haven’t shaken since was when I was on a train into Waterloo; it was crowded and I didn’t move out the way quickly enough when someone wanted to get off. They shouted at me. The Beth now can see that that person was obviously a raging arsehole and deserved to miss their stop. The Beth then crumbled into hot, embarrassing tears and struggled to keep breathing, let alone composed.

 

Depression

Depression is often called the black dog. It’s too friendly sounding, I like dogs. It wasn’t something I could separate from myself so easily. I wasn’t surrounded by a black cloud so much as I’d swallowed it and its insidious vapours swirled around my blood stream and filled my lungs with poison every time I took a breath.

Sometimes every part of me physically hurt, other times I would stare at a wall for an hour feeling and thinking absolutely nothing.

I cancelled plans I’d made months before including theatre tickets I’d been really excited about booking. It felt like that girl had died or at least run far away and I couldn’t possibly have taken the seat, an imposter, in her place.

 

Trying to access therapy

Having been on antidepressants for 3 months with regular check ins with my fabulous GP, he felt that I’d really benefit from CBT and talking therapy. Unfortunately, I was a student living in London on my loan and – although I was hardly spending it all on vodka and nights out like I should’ve been –  there was absolutely no way I could afford the sessions.

He referred me to the local NHS services. A consultation appointment was scheduled at Tommy’s hospital in Lambeth where I briefly met with a therapist to discuss what CBT would involve. It was hard even making that first meeting, but I left feeling optimistic. She was confident I’d really benefit.

I was gutted when I received a call a few days later to inform me that, in order to access 1-1 therapy on the NHS I’d either have to attend 6 weeks of group therapy or complete a 12 week online course first. I genuinely couldn’t think of anything worse than group therapy.

In hindsight, maybe I should’ve opted for it because the course – Beating the Blues (yes, really! I mean, fuck me what insensitive sod came up with that one) – was truly hideous. An early 2000’s style computer programme essentially asked me to type my feelings into a box. I quickly learned that the responses were automated. A lot of it didn’t even make sense:

 

“Describe the problem you are trying to overcome.”

Insomnia

“And where are you when this problem occurs?”

…in bed

“What are you trying to do when you experience this feeling?”

SLEEP GODDAMNIT

 

It made me feel genuinely angry every time I tried to give it a go and I quickly gave up.

I was eventually offered a 6 week course of therapy at 9am every Thursday morning. This clashed with one of my university seminars – I was really trying to get my attendance back up – and so I asked to amend it. My slot got cancelled.

I am not by any means bashing the NHS. I am so grateful for the support and care my GP showed me. Simply, this experience – when I needed more than just pills dispensing – highlighted to me how lacking mental health provisions currently are.

 

 

Things people said that made me want to punch them 

“Have you tried doing regular exercise?”

“Here’s an article on hormone imbalance – depression is just chemical!”

“Inactivity breeds inactivity!”

“Oh yeah, I get nervous sometimes too”

Don’t get me wrong, I know people are trying to help. I often struggle with a lot of the narrative surrounding mental health and especially anxiety online because I think people often confusion feeling anxious – an emotion we all experience – with having a clinical anxiety disorder. It’s debilitating and worlds apart from getting a bit flustered or panicky before a big date/presentation/because something bad happened.

 

The lowest lows

At my lowest, I wasn’t sleeping, I was barely eating and all I wanted to do was lie in bed all day. I felt as though I was carrying 50 kilos draped over my shoulders, my eyes stung constantly and, as everyone mistakenly believes when they’re caught in the throws of it, nobody understood.

I wouldn’t ever have described myself as suicidal but I did once stand on a train platform as it was pulling in and – fleetingly – think how much more peaceful things could be.

I’d often wish myself some kind of physical injury or illness. I’d fantasise about getting run over and being hospitalised for months where I’d have a reason to be in bed, to be looked after, that nobody would judge me for. That everyone would understand. That wouldn’t feel like my fault. 

 

Seeing the light

I continued on the Fluoxetine for about 6 months or so, changing the dosage now and again at my doctors request. At one point it made me feel completely flat; the swooping lows had gone but so had any sense of joy.

Thankfully, by the time April came around life felt a lot more manageable. I had exams fast approaching and, without about two weeks to go, I achieved a lot.

Around mid-May I was feeling a lot more human. My doctor had discussed weaning me off of the antidepressants very gradually, but to be honest I began to forget to take them. I took this as a good sign; if I remembered later in the day I’d acknowledge it but wouldn’t catch up the dose. I figured my body – or maybe my mind – was telling me what it did and didn’t need.

As soon as exams finished I whisked myself off to America to spend a month with my older brother in the Georgia sunshine. It’s not so much that I was ‘fixed’, but I felt considerably more mentally ‘well’ again and began recognising anxiety and depression as tendencies I may live with occasionally, rather than conditions that ruled my life.

 

My Mental Health Story: anxiety disorder and clinical depression

 

And now

Three years have passed since that period and thankfully, I have not had one so low again.

I have bad days. Sometimes I wake up and feel like some kind of doom has descended around me but I’m much better at acknowledging it, at telling those close to me who may be able to help and at doing the things I need to do to shake it off.

If that guy yelled at me on the train today? You bet I would stand on his shiny toed brogues.

Anxiety is not me. I am not an anxious person. Rather, it’s something that every now and again attempts to pop in like an unwanted guest. Today Beth is much better at telling it when it’s outstayed it’s welcome.

We all have minds therefore we all have mental health, just as we do physical health. I’m much better at treating my mental health as an equal these days.  

 

Things I do that keep me sane on a bad day

  • Get outdoors: I know I probably sound like a raging hypocrite because I probably wished rabies on anyone who said this to me when I was feeling low but now that I’m able to recognise when I’m feeling extra shitty, I head out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be long, or far. I’m lucky to live by a beautiful common in London and a walk through the trees – particularly when I reach the point on the path where I can see nothing but woodland – helps me to sort my head out.
  • What’s the worst possible thing that can happen?: Anxiety is usually already asking this for you and telling you it’s going to happen. It’s not. Beat anxiety to the post and ask yourself; you’ll likely soon realise how unlikely it is to manifest that way.
  • Tell someone close to you: Even if it’s just “I’m feeling low today and I need a hug/cup of tea”
  • Consider what matters in that moment: So I’ve woken up feeling like a black fog is hanging around my head. Is today really the day to try and do my tax return?
  • Use a Light Box: I bought a light box very soon after I was diagnosed with depression and still have it 3 and a half years later. They are great, especially on dark mornings. They make perfect make up lights too. This is the one I would recommend; it’s medical grade, wireless and portable.
  • Wake Up Light: I swear by one of these! Mental health aside, it’s a considerably nicer start to the day. This is a fancy pants one I’ve got my eye on and this is the basic version I have now.

 

Thank you for reading. This is the scariest post I have ever written, let alone hit publish on. Your time to consume those, often shaky, words mean the world. B x

 

My Mental Health Story: my experience on anti-depressants

 

Mental Health resources you might find helpful

  • MIND Mental Health Charity: 0300 123 3393 or text 86463
  • Rethink Mental Illness: 03005000927
  • Young Minds (for those with concerns about the mental health of a child/young adult): 020 7336 8445
  • Nightline: specifically for students with mental health concerns
  • Lesbian & Gay Switchboard: 020 7837 7324

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  1. Emily says

    05/17/2019 at 16:08

    I love you. I know that this can’t have been easy to write but you are so brave and you have been such a calm straight-talking shoulder to cry on when I’ve needed it. Sending you huge virtual international hugs, I’m sure this will help so many people.

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    • Beth Sandland says

      05/17/2019 at 16:42

      Thank you for everything ❤️❤️

      Reply
  2. Laura says

    05/17/2019 at 16:39

    Beth this is amazing! Even though we’ve never met I’m in awe of the courage it must have taken to write this and I honestly think it will resonate with so many people! Thank you for sharing your journey that will make others feel less alone. Sending so much love and positive vibes your way, keep doing you!

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    • Beth Sandland says

      05/17/2019 at 16:42

      Thank you so much xxx

      Reply
  3. Chelsea says

    05/17/2019 at 17:00

    You make me proud beyond measure. So many people will not only relate to this post (she puts her hand high up in the air) but will be incredibly inspired by it too (raises hand even higher). Thank you for sharing, and for simply being you. I love ya, Cxxx

    Reply
  4. Lucy says

    05/17/2019 at 18:40

    This must have taken a lot of guts to write this let alone publish this, you should be so proud of yourself, you made it through the dark days and now you’re halfway across the world living every traveller’s dreams, it’s like a storyline in a film! I’ve suffered anxiety and kept it hidden for years without telling anyone, not even my Mam! I wish I had spoken out sooner, like you’ve said, there are people out there to help, as somebody who relies on the NHS A LOT to help me with my illness (Cystic Fibrosis) , I know how incredible they are and I’m always grateful to them for what they have done for me throughout my life. An inspirational post which should be read by everyone who has been through similar to you lovely xx

    Lucy | http://www.lucymary.co.uk

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  5. S says

    05/17/2019 at 18:55

    I’m astounded that you’ve managed to write such an honest and open account of your experience so far from home. I imagine that as you pressed the ‘publish’ button you could have done with a big hug 🤗
    Your words resonate with me from a period just after my second child was born. The ‘doom days’ were regular unwanted guests and as my baby napped I wept but for no reason I could put my finger on.
    Thank you so much for sharing your story which I’m going to share with my daughter who is heading off to uni this September. Not to scare her you understand but to reassure her that if those first weeks and months don’t live up to the hype she not alone feeling that way.
    Keep doing what you’re doing and enjoy the ride xx

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  6. Lucy says

    05/17/2019 at 19:02

    I have suffered with severe anxiety since around the same time as you made your first GP appointment. I remember seeing my GP for the first time regarding it all and it was terrifying, I remember there being a lot of tears too. When you said how sometimes you wished that you could get hit, or have an illness meaning you’d have to stay in bed, I felt that. I often still feel this way because then I’d have a reason to be in bed, nobody would judge me because I’d have a physical illness and not mental. I’d feel less like it was my fault. I really related to that part. I’m sorry you suffer Beth, I can fully empathise though. I am glad to hear you’re doing much better these days though!

    Lucy | Forever September

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  7. Fhirdos says

    05/17/2019 at 20:52

    So proud of you, you have just proved there’s a light at the end of the tunnel for anyone reading this that suffers from mental health!
    With the right help and support there’s a way forward.
    I decided against tablets however with therapy I was able to move forward and put into practice what I was taught.
    #endthestigma

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  8. Michelle says

    05/17/2019 at 21:28

    You are incredible, thank you for sharing ♥️

    Reply
  9. Sarah says

    05/18/2019 at 07:51

    Thanks for this post Beth. It’s always comforting to read that you’re not alone in the way you feel. As bad as i sounds. If someone else is struggling then perhaps they’ll understand why I feel down sometimes too & I can then explain to someone else why today is a bad day.

    I’m so sorry you had such a dark period in your life Beth. I hope that the days which follow are brighter for you xoxo

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  10. Fran says

    05/18/2019 at 12:15

    I can imagine how difficult this was to write. I think the line that hit home with me was what you wrote about anxiety being an unwanted guest. I wouldn’t classify myself as anxious either, but sometimes get anxious and I get so mad because I can’t figure out what is causing it. Calling it an unwanted guest is a great personification. I’m so happy you got the help you needed and thank you for sharing your story.

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  11. @caffeineandcacti says

    05/19/2019 at 17:11

    Beth, this has resonated with me so much! Thank you for putting into words that I simply could not. I will be asking my husband and friends/family to read this blog post 💕 Sending love, Gemma x

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  12. Faye says

    05/24/2019 at 07:23

    Thank you for sharing this, the line that really resonated with me was when you said ‘nobody understands’ because it really does feel like that sometimes.

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  13. Belle says

    06/12/2019 at 13:26

    Thanks for sharing this with the world, Beth. I’m glad you’re in a better place now. Very inspiring! Despite the Instagram glam, everyone has bad days… and it’s so important to acknowledge these bad days rather than fight them. Sending lots of love and positive vibes 💗

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  14. Loukia says

    09/10/2019 at 22:29

    It is great that you are ok now. It is so difficult to be happy and with no anxiety problems nowadays

    http://thefashionreporter.gr

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  15. Sophie says

    09/13/2019 at 14:23

    It’s so important to share these thoughts and you are so brave for doing so as it will help so many people 🙂 xxx

    http://www.sophielaura.co.uk

    Reply
  16. Yoga with Sim says

    11/21/2020 at 07:57

    This is gorgeous girl, well done you xxx

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2. Educated by Tara Westover: a memoir that reads a little like a fiction depicting Tara’s life growing up in a strict Mormon family in Idaho with a survivalist father who is battling undiagnosed mental illness. They don’t believe in formal education or medicine and any form of governance is the work of the Illuminati. Covers some heavy themes (tw: abuse) and is extremely interesting and engaging.
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3. Queenie by Candice Carty-Williams: sometimes laugh out loud funny, sometimes poignantly sad, Queenie is a vivacious twenty-something growing up as a black woman in an ever gentrifying south London. A crap boyfriend, covert racism and a battle with anxiety paint a backdrop whilst she navigates daily life. It’s excellent!
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Hit save for later or tag someone who needs some reading inspo 📚 What’s the best book you’ve read recently?
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Join/follow: @bethsbookclub_ 🥰
Love a good wedding-stalk? In it for the pics? Wha Love a good wedding-stalk? In it for the pics? What to know *exactly* what a teeny tiny BIG day of just 4 guests might actually look like? Link in bio 👰🏻💓
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Photos:  @victoriasomersethowphotography 
Hair: @whiteman.soho 
Make up: Keeley Wilson MUA
Flowers: @emmahewlettfloraldesign 
Dress: ASOS
Plant mom 🌿✌🏼 ⠀ Monty the monstera is go Plant mom 🌿✌🏼
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Monty the monstera is going to start eating dentists soon. My top tips for a super healthy swiss cheese plant -
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🌱 A lovely bright spot away from direct sun (not a problem in winter) and radiators.
🌱 Intuitive watering: stick your finger in and water when the top 2” of the soil are dry, rather than to a set schedule. The amount needed depends on your plant (I use around 700ml approx every 10 days) but make sure you’ve got good drainage!
🌱 Every now and again I like to put it in the garden when it’s raining (in the spring/summer) or under the shower. Rain is best if possible as hard tap water can cause mineral build up on the soil.
🌱 Moss pole! Train it to grow upwards with a strong pole and ties.
🌱 Wipe dust off the leaves (shower also does this) and use a spritz bottle regularly.
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If it’s looking sad it’s probably an issue with water or light! #urbanjungle #monsteramonday
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With less than 2 weeks until the final trimester I thought I’d try and document weekly, as much for me to look back on. This photo is already a week old and I seem to be growing by the day!
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What’s the crack this week?...
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😴 Sleepy AF: A new wave of exhaustion has hit. It makes sense - babies generally double their weight between 24-28 wks. I’ve started going to bed earlier/falling asleep at 9pm in front of Bridgerton.
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🤧 Pelvic floor: Sneezing brings ALL the fear!
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🐙 Movement: I saw my belly move from the outside like a scene from Alien for the first time. At bed time it feels like a small octopus is doing the Macarena in my uterus. It’s still the most magical feeling in the world.
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👶🏼 Prep: The pram arrived this week! We ordered it in a brilliant Silver Cross sale. I was feeling a bit flat about the loss of that ‘pram shopping with my bump’ experience due to lockdown but putting it together made me happy - it’s so beautiful! And so surreal - we own a pram!
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📖 Reading: The Positive Birth Book by @milli.hill. It puts across all options in a clear, non-judgey, humorous way and has made me think of things I’d never heard of. It’s also the first time I’ve understood what a birth plan might physically look/read like.
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🧘🏼‍♀️ Hypnobirthing: I’ve started to feel more nervous about the birth (not the actual act or the pain, rather fears I won’t share as don’t want to project) but we’re starting hypnobirthing online next week which I’m looking forward to!
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👯‍♀️ Following: @birth_ed, @takingcarababies, @mixing.up.motherhood are accounts that are bringing joy/invaluable info.
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#26weeks #rainbowbaby🌈 #secondtrimester #pregnancyafterloss
I loved being a pregnant bride. Often a baby is a I loved being a pregnant bride. Often a baby is a reason to delay or speed up a wedding (lots assumed that was the case for us, but it wasn’t!) and is generally seen as perhaps spoiling things a little. It’s totally fine if you do feel that way, but for us it made it extra magical. It felt totally right to have our little bub between us as we exchanged vows and I was happy to embrace the bump in my dress. I still chose exactly the look and fit I wanted and wore the sparkly heels and in a way, I found trying dresses on much lower pressure as I wasn’t worrying about my figure. Perhaps the biggest difference was staying sober and the fact that we had a tiny wedding with a fancy lunch rather than a party probably made this a lot easier. I raised a toast with our four guests but beyond that, I didn’t have any inclination to drink anyway. Bonus - a great nights sleep and no hangover! 🥂👰🏻
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Photographer: @victoriasomersethowphotography
Dress: ASOS
Box fresh kicks ready to explore [from the bedroom Box fresh kicks ready to explore [from the bedroom to the kitchen, to the loo...aaand repeat]...at least they’ll stay clean 🥴☕️
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Type into browser: https://rstyle.me/cz-n/ewjdwzcbq2x (junior size 🤑 if under a UK 5.5)
AD: Pregnancy has given me a lot of time to reflec AD: Pregnancy has given me a lot of time to reflect on my relationship with alcohol over the last year. 🍸 I flitted between giving it up when pregnant or for fertility purposes, then using it as an emotional crutch in loss which made me more anxious and restless. This time - now 6 months pregnant - I haven’t had a drink since August and have been really pleasantly surprised by how little I’ve missed it, even over the festive season. I’m not into vilifying booze; I enjoy a couple of drinks and even the feeling of lowered inhibitions and being tipsy. But I know that even post-pregnancy and the other-side of the hazy newborn/breastfeeding days, I’ll try and maintain a far more positive relationship with alcohol which for me, looks like indulging lightly and occasionally.
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Having access to brilliant alcohol-free alternatives makes this significantly easier. My favourite gin distillers, Salcombe Gin, are behind the @NewLondonLight; a 0% spirit that doesn’t compromise on taste. So whether you’re pregnant, doing Dry January or simply attempting to live lighter, you can still enjoy a Sunday evening tipple. How do you feel about the alcohol free movement?
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Top 5 Books I read in 2020 ☕️ ~
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Where the Crawdads Sing, Delia Owens: totally captivating, unusual and enchanting. I literally devoured this one!
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Queenie, Candice Carty-Williams: as well as being laugh out loud funny, Queenie is also an education. A must read on what it’s like to be a young black woman growing up in London. Also tackles mental health really well!
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The Flatshare, Beth O’Leary: I recommend this to anyone who just really needs a hug from a genuinely enjoyable book. It’s warm and lovely but offers depth well beyond your usual chick lit too.
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Homegoing, Yaa Gyasi: this novel is such a triumph! Spanning over 300 years from pre-colonial Ghana to present day USA, each chapter follows a new character in the lineage of two sisters. One sold to slavery, the other married to an English coloniser. It’s sweepingly powerful and incredibly well written. I could’ve read an entire book on each character!
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A Man Called Ove, Fredrik Backman: Ove was the very first book I read in 2020 and it stuck with me throughout the year. At its most basic, it’s the story of a cantankerous old man. Delve a little deeper and it’s funny, heartbreaking and incredibly heartwarming. I just love Ove!
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Hit the ‘save’ button to come back to this list when you’re in need of a good read! What were your books of the year? 📚
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PS. If more reading, less scrolling is one of your 2021 goals too then don’t forget you can come and join us at @bethsbookclub_ 😎
2 0 2 1: the year of you 🕊🤍
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Happy new year saucepots! We had an ultra rock n’ roll night (read our books in bed then watched the midnight fireworks - that was a nice surprise! - on a phone before falling promptly to sleep...) and today is all about a long walk, a longer bath, books and tea. And obviously starting a new diary because isn’t fresh stationary the best thing about a new year?!
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Are you setting New Years’ resolutions? I prefer a bit of reflection and mindset shifting. This year it’s all about setting firm positive boundaries, protecting my energy and saying no to things/people that don’t serve that. I like the new year, not for the ‘new me’ noise but rather as a chance to let go and embrace a fresh beginning again. ⚡️☕️
As far as NYE outfits go, I’m not mad about this As far as NYE outfits go, I’m not mad about this one...🐻🥂 I hope you’re all well and excited to bid farewell to 2020. I know the clock striking midnight doesn’t fundamentally change anything but I’m hopeful that we can look forward with more optimism. I always find the turn of the year really emotionally complex. I’m not even going to attempt to unpack this last one other than to rejoice that even amongst the lowest of lows there have been highs. My beloved Nan won’t see the new year, which is hard to contemplate. I also married my best friend. This time last year I was miserable on the sofa, a day after surgery for our first miscarriage and wishing I could press pause on life. Tonight I’m still on the sofa, but full and at peace rather than empty and grieving, looking forward. For us, 2021 will see the birth of our little cub so it’s one that I’m welcoming with open arms. So much can change in a year and I hope you can seek comfort in that. However you’re feeling tonight, I’ll raise my alco-free bubbles to you because you did it: you made it through one of the toughest years in history. Brighter days are coming ☀️💓
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