Comparison is a killjoy

I had a bit of a bender over the past week. Not the alcohol/drug type, but the in-my-own-mind, catastrophising type. The type that has me obsessing over what everyone else has and does, and the perceived shortcomings of my own life and how lacking it is. When it is not. It’s been a while since I had one of these …

Is your inner voice being a bitch?

Chatting to a mum at school pick-up this week, I was struck by how critical we can be of ourselves. This lady is beautiful inside and out – she’s a genuinely lovely person, is thin but curvy and has a head of long, beautiful hair that is quite striking. But she sees none of that, not that she let on …