The “F” Word


It took me two days to work up the courage to type the sentence above.  But they say admitting you have a problem is the first step on the road to recovery. So there, in a five words is my dirty little secret, the root of my problems and, I am hoping, the road to my salvation!

For me, turning forty was a miserable, lonely and depressing experience, despite being surrounded by the people I loved in one of the most incredible places on earth (but more on how lucky I am later!)

So this is where I spent my fortieth birthday... nice huh!
So this is where I spent my fortieth birthday… nice huh!

Soon after my birthday, I finally admitted that I had descended into a remarkably familiar, surprisingly comforting black hole of self loathing, depression and anger.  For the sake of people I love the most – my long-suffering partner, magnificent daughters and me – I decided to change.

This blog is part of the healing process.  A journal of my commitment to finding myself, healing myself, loving myself and becoming the best myself I can be so that when I hit my next milestone birthday it will be a celebration of something fabulous… my life!

44 and a fourth – the countdown starts today!

One thought on “The “F” Word

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s