I left my bed

I haven't left my bed for about 4 days for no other reason than I just didn't want to. I didn't want to face anyone, real life and the fact that it was the "start of a new year" put all that more guilt on me. Shouldn't I be running around, squatting, seizing the day? No, I was just in bed, barely eating anything more than the bags of sweets lying around and cups of tea or coke James brought me. In this time of thought, I started thinking about what mattered the most and what I wanted to achieve from this year. As much as I hate the whole "New years resolutions" to start something you can start any time, I do somehow always map out some goals for the coming year. It's mostly worked out in my favour so far, having an idea what I want to do to get me closer to somewhere I want to be, so in spirit of that, here are my ideas for 2016. Spend more time with my grandparents They aren't going to be here forever. As long as I am freaking ...

I'm grumpy today so hopefully this question will cheer me up. These are not in order. I do not prioritise my love for wine over my love for my family. Though my father and my sister may disagree and laugh. 1- Tea I love tea. It's a cliché but it's one for a reason. I drink about 5 cups a day. My boyfriend would argue I drink about 2 with the amount I leave to go cold, but whatever. I also bought a unicorn mug the other day which basically makes tea taste better. My parents would love it if I stopped cramming their cupboards full of different flavoured teas I never drink, and flasks. My dad also "banned" me from any more "giant mugs" because they take up too much room. I've only got 2. He asks if I'd like a "bucket of tea". Now I've moved out, I am yet to take over my cupboard with oversized drinking vessels but my time will come. 2-  Wine, Vodka, Alcohol... Sorry, not sorry. I love a nice glass of red wine, or sweet rose and...

Oh my life, I barely know what I am going to be doing in the next 7 hours, let alone 7 years, so I think this will be a hard one to write about. Considering this writing challenge prompts are quite personal, i may switch to a different one, purely because I don't want to bore you with what I'm going to be doing within 7 years but would rather try and inspire people to be doing what THEY want in 7 years... But I guess that's a different post. 7 years ago today, I had just left college, dreaming of being a famous singer and having no effective immediate plans to put that in place but figured it would "just happen". I was in my infamous years of drinking mostly vodka, and partying purely for the love of dancing. The Confuser, the band founded by my college friends and myself were still gigging a little and life was grand and very not adult. Looking back, 17 was the most fun age for me I think. It was the age full of promise and I still had so much time ahead...

I'm going to be honest about why i started this blog. I've medium touched on it but you know, just little snippets.  I don't like laying too much out on the internet, a) It's not smart and b) Where's the mystery, guys?! but this isn't that much of a secret. I suffer from depression and anxiety disorder. These 2 disorders have plagued my entire life and not without other disorders coming and going throughout growing up.  The point is, i first started this blog as an outlet but also with a shell. "Sophie is loving life and here's what you can do with yours etc." But, that's bullshit. Am i happy in all the things i have done and written about? Absolutely. Did it take me fucking 5 hours to make it out of bed to maybe do it? Quite possibly.  I switch between writing about things I have seen, done and love, to writing about things i have discovered about myself, life and my brain.  I've wondered how to merge these two ...

Im lucky enough to have a family to go on holiday with, which makes me super happy. After 3 years off the family tradition, my dad decided it was time to spend some seaside time together again. That and my mums gentle persuaison. This year was a little different. We had a new little man with us and my sisters boyfriend. After the most chaotic journey to Cornwall in the history of time, or mostly our time, we had finally arrived. I say chaotic, we were just stuck in holiday traffic for 9 hours. We all settled in to Priory Lodge which is our go-to hotel for staying in Newquay. The food is great, the staff are great and it feels like a second home. Our second day there, we managed to do what the Edwards's do best on their first day of holiday. Go to pound land. Don't ask me why. You would have thought the novelty would have worn off now its become so popular in almost every town and I am never more like 3 minutes away from about 4 in London but no. We still managed to spent ...