The shoe box of not-letting-go.

My childhood room is full to bursting. Odd socks, long faded jeans and a thousand scraps of the past I can’t quite bear to throw away. Tacked to the mirror is a grainy polaroid of me and my sister, gappy toothed grins on Grandpa’s old boat. There is a scratch map of the world that…

From Infidelity to a Greasy Takeaway: How to Cope With Regret

When I was at university, I had a lovely boyfriend. He was kind and clever, and we had a blast. One day, I cheated on him. During several weeks of moping around in my dressing gown, refusing to eat and sobbing, I thought I could never learn to like myself again. I had always been…

Break ups are your best friend.

I’ve had a lot of relationships in my life. Since I fell helplessly head over heels for my first love at the tender age of 16, I've spend very little time being single.  It isn’t that I actively look for a boyfriend, it just seems to naturally fall into place. As one relationship ends, another…