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Finding happiness Mental health

5 Obstacles to Happiness That You Can Overcome

This is a collaborative post For many people, happiness seems to be a very elusive state of being, always flickering in the distance but difficult to get your hands on. There are various obstacles along the road you need to overcome. And though these obstacles are individual to everyone, there are some common themes which come up time and time again. I hope that this blog post, exploring some of these common issues, will help you to find happiness and fulfilment.…

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Mental health Our home

Could Decluttering Help With Your Mindset? How You Can Get Started.

A photograph of a woman at the beach with a sun glare across the photo - Could Decluttering Help Your Mindset? How To Get Started - Mrs H's favourite things

This is a collaborative post. The term messy house and messy mind can often ring true with some people. I know that I always feel more stressed if I am surrounded by mess. And if you find yourself in a cluttered space it can be quite difficult to clear your mind. Leaving it feeling cluttered with your thoughts, anxiety and emotions. A simple task like decluttering your home or some of the spaces where you spend most of your time could…

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Mental health My ramblings

When the words won’t flow

A photograph of a woman with brown hair wearing a red plaid shirt and red lipstick - she is looking down and away from the camera - she looks pensive - When the words don't flow - talking to children about Depression and Anxiety - Mrs H's favourite things

Sometimes when I write about my depression the words just flow. It’s as if they were always there just waiting to be written down in black and white. On other occasions, I want to write but the words aren’t forthcoming. They won’t flow. Words are created and deleted. Sentences are written and rewritten. Paragraphs are formed and unformed. I can start a post about one thing and then it becomes about something completely different. For example, when I sat down to…

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My family My ramblings

The day I closed the door and walked away

A photograph of a blonde haired, rosey cheeked and blue eyed 16 month old baby boy sitting on his bedroom floor and playing with some wooden toys - The Day I Closed The Door and Walked Away - Mrs H's favourite things

Before I became a mother I could never imagine turning my back on a crying child. Especially not MY crying child. Of course, I knew that children had tantrums but I foolishly imagined that my children would be different. They would be angels. And they would never tantrum in public or get so upset that I wouldn’t be able to calm them. I also thought that I would be a natural mother. That from the moment they were born I…

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