When I was 3 years old my mum took a job cleaning at the local ballet school and each day I would go with her to work. The school was reached up a windy driveway, edged each side with woods and once you cleared the trees this grand Victorian mansion stood before you like a castle from a fairytale with sweeping grounds to each side. Everything about this place was magical from the fairy woods full of unicorns and animals that could talk ( I swear they were real), to the house with it's grand bay window overlooking the lawn upon which for some reason I often imagined Alice playing croquet with the Queen of Tarts.

It took me a while to understand the role creativity had to play in my life and now I know the sheer life-changing power it has I'm never letting go. Creativity could unlock a whole new career for you, create an interesting side hustle or simply be a way of escaping from the day to day, but either way I think it's vital in everybody's life...even those of you who say you're not creative (which I will happily challenge!) 

If I think back four years I’d never even heard the words self-care before. But that was before my diagnosis with depression, pre-medication and, well, pre-me really, and before you get your hopes up and skip to the end I haven’t got any short cuts or perfect solutions when it comes to looking after yourself, but I do have experience and as my parents always told me, that counts for a lot.