London calling...

Well, I did it! I made it back into work. I'm feeling so very proud of myself right now. I do realise that sounds ridiculous, but knowing the struggle I've had to get myself back to normality and back into the office, even as recently as earlier this week, I feel like I've really faced my demons head on today. I'll keep this post short and sweet, as I'm currently watching The Jungle Book for the thousandth time this week, whilst having super cuddles with the Milster.

I just wanted to thank a few people for making today a whole lot easier for me, like an emotional Oscars speech if you will...

Daniel for getting me out of bed, making me a packed lunch, taking me to the train station, giving me endless words of encouragement, and still telling me he's proud of me even after countless failed attempts to get me back to London over the last few months.

My family and best friends who have been sending me the loveliest 'you can do it' messages every day - they really do make every bit of difference, and your reaction to my blog has filled me with love.

The man outside Paddington who tried his hardest not to laugh when I tripped off the curb this morning, and his friend who just didn't care and laughed in my face.

Little Mix for making me feel like an absolute sass-machine when I walked across town towards the office. Also, my sister-in-law Becky for introducing me to the Glory Days album, and for sharing her positivity mantra with me today.

My boss for making me feel so well looked after, and bending over backwards to welcome me back, and my lovely colleagues for doing their best to pretend they don't know I temporarily lost my mind.

My sister Ems for telling me I'm a hero and that I make her proud, before making me laugh out loud by informing me she had passed out last night after sinking a glass of red.

My friend Scott who kept me entertained all the way home by texting with tales of drunken shenanigans, and somehow managed to make the slow train seem bearable!

Emilia for drawing a secret picture in my notebook, and then greeting me with a chocolate rice crispie cake (and an almighty tantrum) when I got home. She knows how to keep my feet firmly on the ground!

There we go, my first day back to work is done, and I'm feeling positive and grateful.

Today was a good day!

S x