I’ve been petrified of death my whole life. I know everyone’s afraid of dying but some people just shrug it off and accept it with a calmness I’ve never understood. I remember being 5 years old, running in to my dad’s bedroom and having a panic attack about dying. I’ve had these panic attacks my whole life and they’ve always been triggered by the same image that I couldn’t describe accurately if I tried – but it’s like the emptiness and years rolling out after…

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This weekend was one of those fabulously minimal weekends. I didn’t go out, didn’t get drunk, didn’t have a hangover Saturday morning (shock horror!!!). When waking up without a hangover is a thing of rarity and beauty, it’s probably time to question what on earth you’re doing with your life. (And yes I am taking my own advice – realisation very much had). Consequently, Saturday I felt more alive than I’ve felt in a long time. I had a wonderful burst of energy and once…

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