From Fictional Escapes to Personal Freedom: My Writing Journey

Writing has always been more than a hobby for me—it was my lifeline, my refuge, and my way of escaping a reality that often felt too overwhelming.

Growing up in a challenging home environment, with narcissistic parents and little emotional support, I often felt isolated and unheard. Writing fiction became my sanctuary. Through my stories, I created worlds where love, support, and kindness existed—worlds I wished I could experience in real life.

Writing as a Teen: A Journey of Escape

Between the ages of 13 and 17, I wrote four fictional romance novels. These weren’t just stories; they were escapes. My characters were strong, resilient women who found the kind of love and emotional support I longed for in my own life.

My writing process back then was simple yet deeply personal. I would draft story outlines in old diaries, carefully mapping out characters, plots, and twists. Then I would transform those outlines into full-fledged novels. Writing became a safe haven, a way to express emotions I couldn’t share with anyone else.

But while I loved writing, it wasn’t something my family encouraged. In fact, I was often discouraged and told that writing was a waste of time. One of the most painful moments came when my personal diary was stolen, and someone read it aloud to me. That experience left me humiliated and shattered my confidence. For years, I stopped writing altogether, afraid of being ridiculed again.

Finding Love and Healing

Life took a turn when I met my husband at the age of 29. He is everything I had dreamed of and more—a kind, supportive, and loving partner who truly understands me. His family embraced me with open arms, becoming the support system I had always needed but never had.

With their encouragement, I began to heal from the trauma of my childhood. For the first time in years, I felt safe enough to dream again, to write again. They reminded me that my voice mattered and that my stories had value.

Rediscovering My Passion for Writing

It wasn’t an easy journey back to writing. For years, I carried the fear of being judged or mocked. But in 2023, I finally reached a place where I felt ready to write again. The story I had been carrying in my heart for years, Breaking Free, finally came to life.

I wrote the entire book in just 16 weeks during the summer of 2023. Those months were a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, healing, and fulfillment. Writing Breaking Free wasn’t just about putting words on paper; it was about reclaiming my voice and telling the story I had always wanted to share.

Why Writing Matters to Me

Looking back, I realize that writing has been a constant thread in my life, even during the times I couldn’t actively pursue it. As a teenager, it gave me an escape from a difficult reality. Now, as an adult, it gives me a way to reflect, connect, and share my journey with others.

Through writing, I’ve learned that healing is possible. With the right people by your side—people who love and support you unconditionally—you can overcome even the deepest wounds. Writing is no longer just about creating fictional worlds; it’s about embracing my truth and using my words to inspire others who may feel as lost as I once did.

Keeping the Writing Habit Alive

Since publishing Breaking Free, I’ve made it a priority to keep my writing habit alive. Blogging has been an incredible way to stay connected to my craft and reflect on my journey. Each post is a reminder of how far I’ve come—not just as a writer, but as a person who overcame years of self-doubt and fear.

What Writing Has Taught Me

Writing has taught me so many lessons, but the most important one is this: your voice matters. Even if the world tries to silence you, even if you face setbacks and doubts, there is strength in your story.

For me, writing was about creating a safe space as a teenager. Today, it’s about celebrating how far I’ve come and connecting with others who may see a part of themselves in my journey.

What About You?

Have you ever rediscovered a passion or dream you thought was lost? Maybe it was a creative hobby, a goal you set aside, or something you’ve always wanted to pursue but didn’t feel ready for.

If so, I’d love to hear your story. Writing has taught me the power of perseverance, healing, and self-expression—and I believe that everyone has a story worth sharing.

Healing from Narcissistic Family Dynamics

Parenting is one of the most influential forces in shaping who we are, yet not all parents provide the nurturing and unconditional love children deserve. For those raised in narcissistic families, love often comes with strings attached, leaving lasting emotional scars. Recognizing the dynamics of a narcissistic family and taking steps to heal can transform pain into strength.

This is my story—one of realizing the truth about my upbringing, hitting rock bottom, and finding the courage to reclaim my life.

Traits of Narcissistic Family Members

Narcissistic parents often display patterns of behavior that revolve around control and self-centeredness. These traits can create a toxic environment where children’s emotional needs are neglected. Some common behaviors include:

1. Excessive Control: Dictating every aspect of a child’s life, from career choices to friendships.

2. Lack of Empathy: Dismissing or invalidating the feelings and needs of their children.

3. Validation-Seeking: Constantly needing admiration and expecting their children to fulfill that need.

4. Conditional Love: Affection is granted only when the child meets expectations or enhances the parent’s image.

5. Manipulation and Gaslighting: Twisting reality to maintain control and avoid accountability.

For years, I didn’t realize these dynamics weren’t normal. It took stepping away from my family to see how deeply these behaviors had shaped my life.

The Emotional Toll on Children

The effects of growing up in a narcissistic family run deep. Children often carry the weight of these experiences well into adulthood:

• Low Self-Esteem: Constant criticism leads to feelings of inadequacy.

• Anxiety and Depression: The relentless pressure and lack of support impact mental health.

• Boundary Issues: Without healthy boundaries, children struggle to set limits in relationships.

• People-Pleasing Tendencies: Seeking approval becomes second nature, often at personal cost.

• Struggles with Trust and Intimacy: Learned patterns of mistrust and manipulation can spill over into adult relationships.

For me, these effects manifested as years of depression, self-doubt, and a fear of standing up for myself.

My Story: Growing Up in a Narcissistic Family

Growing up, I didn’t realize my family dynamics were unhealthy—this was the only life I knew. My father, the textbook narcissist, controlled me through emotional blackmail. As the youngest and the only child living at home during my teens, I was guilt-tripped into prioritizing my parents over everything else. Socializing with friends or pursuing hobbies was framed as selfish or disloyal.

With my siblings, the dynamics were different. My father undermined my brothers to the point that they became passive and unwilling to stand up for me. My sister, who was once my father’s favorite, fell out of favor when she chose her marriage over his approval. This shifting favoritism created tension and resentment, leaving me isolated and confused.

The turning point came in 2013, during the most challenging year of my life. That February, my father passed away—the same day I found out I was pregnant for the first time. Weeks later, I suffered a missed miscarriage and needed surgery. While grieving these losses, my family’s bullying escalated. They pressured me to sell the house I legally owned, trying to strip me of both my independence and my sense of self.

Hitting rock bottom gave me the strength to fight back. With nothing left to lose, I stood up to my family and embarked on a legal battle that would last nine years. This wasn’t just about the house—it was about reclaiming my freedom and breaking free from a toxic past.

Finding Strength in Healing

Healing from a narcissistic family is not a straightforward journey. For me, it took years of therapy, self-reflection, and support from the people who truly cared about me—my husband and his amazing family.

Here are the steps that helped me find peace and rebuild my life:

1. Acknowledgment: The first step was recognizing that my upbringing was unhealthy. This meant letting go of the excuses I made for my parents and acknowledging the pain they caused.

2. Therapy: Professional counseling gave me the tools to process my emotions and address the deep wounds left by my family.

3. Boundaries: Learning to say “no” and prioritizing my needs was transformative. It allowed me to protect myself from further harm.

4. Self-Care: Engaging in activities that brought me joy and focusing on my mental health helped me rebuild my confidence.

5. Support Network: Surrounding myself with loving, supportive people—like my in-laws—showed me what unconditional love truly looks like.

Breaking Free and Moving Forward

Breaking free from my narcissistic family wasn’t easy, but it was necessary for my growth. My journey taught me that healing isn’t about forgetting the past—it’s about learning from it and using those lessons to build a better future.

If you’ve experienced similar struggles, know that you’re not alone. Recovery takes time, but with self-awareness, support, and perseverance, you can reclaim your life and create a path of your own.

Remember: your worth isn’t tied to anyone else’s approval, and you have the power to define your own happiness.

Have you experienced a similar journey? Share your story or thoughts in the comments below—I’d love to hear from you. Let’s build a community of support and healing together.

Breaking the Cycle of Generational Trauma

Generational trauma is more common than we realize. It’s the emotional and behavioral baggage passed down through families, often without anyone fully understanding its impact. It can come from various sources—abuse, neglect, addiction—and subtly shape how families function, sometimes for generations.

As someone who has lived through the effects of generational trauma, I know firsthand how hard it is to break the cycle. But I also know it’s possible, and the effort is worth it.

What Is Generational Trauma?

Generational trauma refers to patterns of toxic behavior and emotional responses passed from one generation to the next. These can manifest in:

   •       Emotional Dysregulation: Struggling to manage anger, anxiety, or depression.

   •       Relationship Challenges: Difficulty forming healthy connections.

   •       Low Self-Esteem: Persistent feelings of inadequacy.

   •       Addiction and Abuse: Repeating cycles of harmful behavior.

For me, these patterns played out in my family in different ways. Growing up, I witnessed the emotional weight of my dad’s narcissism. He praised his children only when they succeeded in ways that reflected well on him. If we failed, he labeled us as “useless” or “spineless.” My older sister, who shared his business acumen, was his golden child. My brothers, with their different dreams, were dismissed.

The toxic cycle didn’t stop with us siblings. As I watched my brothers raise their own children, I saw the same harmful patterns repeating—one neglectful, the other harshly authoritarian. My sister, in her own way, continued the cycle by sending her daughter away to India, creating a relationship void that never fully healed.

How Generational Trauma Affects Families

When families are caught in the grip of generational trauma, it often creates an environment where toxic behaviors seem normal. Children learn these patterns as coping mechanisms or internalize them as part of their identity, unintentionally passing the pain to the next generation.

In my family, I saw how the lack of healthy parenting shaped all of us. My brothers carried neglect and physical punishment into their own parenting. My sister prioritized work over her child. These cycles left scars that could easily have continued with me—but I knew from a young age I had to change things.

Breaking the Cycle

Healing generational trauma isn’t easy, but it’s possible with awareness, effort, and support. Here are some strategies that helped me break the cycle:

1. Awareness and Acknowledgment

Recognizing toxic patterns is the first step. As a teenager, I began to notice the dysfunction in my family. I promised myself that, if I became a parent, I wouldn’t let my kids feel ignored or unloved the way I had.

For example, I learned from my eldest brother to prioritize my children’s needs over my own social life. From my other brother, I knew physical punishment was not the answer. From my sister, I understood the importance of building a close relationship with my children.

2. Seeking Professional Help

Therapy can be life-changing. It was for me. In my teens, I struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts, which led to my school arranging therapy. For the first time, I had a safe space to process my emotions. Therapy helped me develop healthier coping mechanisms and gave me the tools to face my family’s toxic dynamics without carrying them forward.

3. Open Communication

Growing up, communication in my family was nonexistent. Opinions weren’t welcome, and emotions were stifled. In my own family, my husband and I made a pact to communicate openly—with each other and our daughters.

It hasn’t always been easy, especially during conflicts, but I’ve found ways to express myself. Sometimes, I write down my feelings when speaking them is too hard. By modeling open communication, we’re teaching our daughters to voice their thoughts and emotions without fear.

4. Setting Healthy Boundaries

Boundaries are essential to protect yourself from toxic influences. As the youngest sibling, I grew up watching my family from a distance. This separation gave me clarity and protected me from adopting their behaviors. Now, I’ve set clear boundaries with my extended family to protect my mental well-being.

5. Education and Self-Reflection

Learning about generational trauma has been a key part of my healing journey. I’ve reflected deeply on how my childhood shaped me, and I’ve worked to unlearn harmful patterns. As a parent, I’ve trusted my instincts and leaned into the love and support I wanted so desperately as a child.

Moving Forward

Breaking the cycle of generational trauma is a lifelong journey. It requires patience, empathy, and the courage to confront painful truths. But it’s also deeply rewarding.

As a mom of two amazing daughters, I see every day how the effort has paid off. I’ve created a loving, supportive environment for my girls—one where they feel seen, valued, and safe. While challenges remain, I know I’ve broken the cycle.

If you’re working to overcome generational trauma, know this: change is possible. With awareness, support, and determination, you can rewrite your family’s story and create a brighter future.

Final Thoughts

Generational trauma doesn’t have to define you or your family. By recognizing the patterns and making intentional choices, you can be the change your family needs.

What’s your experience with generational trauma? Share your thoughts or journey in the comments below. Let’s heal together.

Friendship Beyond Blood: The Joy of Chosen Family

This New Year’s Day, Dee came to stay with us for a few days, and as always, it was a time filled with laughter, joy, and love. For those of you who don’t know, Dee (short for Dipika) is my best friend from university days. We met when I was in my first year and she was in her last, and we just clicked. Fast forward 20 years, and she’s no longer just a friend—she’s the sister I chose.

Considering that I’ve been estranged from my biological sister for over seven years, that says a lot. With Dee, I never have to filter myself. I don’t have to worry about what I look like, what I say, or how I act. I can simply be me—sarcastic humor, rebellious streak, and all. And she’s exactly the same with me.

Laughter, Memories, and the Magic of Fireworks

The atmosphere during her visit was lively and lighthearted, just the way I love it. The kids—my two daughters, Maanvi and Jiya, and Dee’s almost-teen daughter, Kiki—spent most of their time playing and giggling. Dee and I had plenty of time to catch up, reminiscing about old times and teasing each other mercilessly, as we always do.

One afternoon, we took the girls to their favorite sandwich shop for lunch. It’s a simple tradition, but it never fails to make them happy. Later, we exchanged Christmas gifts—a tradition we both cherish. The joy on the girls’ faces as they tore open their presents was infectious and reminded me how much I value these shared moments.

But the highlight of the visit was definitely the fireworks. That night, we stepped outside to light some in the crisp winter air. The sharp pops and crackles, the bursts of color against the dark sky, and the laughter echoing all around made it unforgettable. My husband supervised as Kiki, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, lit a few fireworks herself.

I doubt Kiki would’ve had the chance to do something like this at home. Her dad is strict, and fireworks are probably out of the question there. But here, under our careful watch and with her mum’s quiet approval, she got to experience something new. The joy on her face was priceless—a mix of pride, wonder, and pure fun.

Welcome Home

Dee and I don’t have formal traditions, but there’s one ritual we always seem to follow. Whenever she walks into my house, her first words are, “It’s nice to be home.” And my reply? Always the same: “Welcome home.”

It’s a simple exchange, but it captures the essence of our relationship. My house is her safe haven, just as her presence is mine. There are no boundaries when it comes to our kids either. We co-parent effortlessly—her daughter is as much mine as my daughters are hers.

Kiki, whom I lovingly call my third daughter, has grown up with Maanvi and Jiya as her little sisters. Their bond is something I cherish deeply. Kiki looks out for them, and the girls absolutely adore her. I trust her enough to leave my girls in her care, and that trust is mutual. It’s just how our little family works.

Inside Jokes and Shared Comforts

Dee and I have this inside joke—one word that I only have to whisper to make her blush. I won’t share it here (she’d kill me!), but it’s the kind of playful connection that has sustained our friendship through decades.

And then there’s the way she feels completely at home in my house. She doesn’t ask where the tea or coffee is—she just makes herself a cup. Sometimes she even reorganizes my kitchen (which is both helpful and hilarious). She lounges in her PJs, and we sit and talk for hours about everything and nothing.

That’s what I love about my home—it’s a space where people can truly relax and be themselves.

What Dee Has Taught Me About Family

Being friends with Dee has taught me something profound: family isn’t always defined by blood. Sometimes, the people you meet along the way become the family you wish you had. Dee is my sister in every way that matters, and her daughter Kiki is my third child.

This visit made me reflect on how important it is to create a home where people feel safe—emotionally and physically. Growing up, my parents’ house never felt like that. There were always rules about how to behave, what to say, and how to act. I never felt entirely comfortable, and I doubt my friends did either.

I wanted my home to be different. Today, it’s a place where people can laugh freely, sit in their pajamas, and let their guard down. It’s a place where there’s no “right” way to act. And that’s the kind of home I want to offer not just to my family but to everyone who walks through my doors.

Holding Onto the Joy of Connection

This New Year reminded me of the joy that comes from simple things—shared laughter, a child’s excitement, and the feeling of being surrounded by people who accept you completely.

So, as this year unfolds, I’m holding onto that joy. Because at the end of the day, what makes a house a home isn’t the walls or the furniture—it’s the people who fill it with love and laughter.

What about you? What makes your house feel like home, or what traditions bring your loved ones closer? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments below!

Reflections on 2024: A Journey of Growth and Change

So its been a busy year and have had a lot going on in my life since the summer, so I’ve been too busy to blog or write, but my aim for 2025 is to get back into writings. Even if its just writing my blog or articles about topics that interest me.

So a little recap from the the last 6 or so months, since the book launch.

‘Breaking Free’ was published in May, and in June we started the process of buying our first family home, which we completed on and moved into in July. During this time, my in-laws had come over from India to spend time with me and the family, and it was great having them around. For those who have read my book, know that I never had a great relationship with my own parents, or siblings and other extended family, so I do cherish my great relationship with my in-laws a lot. They are literally the parents that I wished I had growing up. They love me unconditionally and support me to no end. So I love having them around when they can come to the UK.

They did want to buy a copy of my book and take it back to India with them, but my husband knows what they are like, and he knows whats in my book, so he explained to them that it may not be a good idea to read it as its gonna hurt their feelings a lot to read about some of the things I went through or felt like as a kid. So in laws agreed and that have not read my book.

Apart from that, I also got well settled into work, and a lot of women that I work with, did buy the book and read it, so I got a lot of positive feedback from them.

Overall life is good. Had my birthday and was treated with chocolates by my work team and got gifts from hubby and the girls. Then back to school for the girls, Halloween and then Christmas and all that.

This year, Diwali and Halloween fell on the same day, so we did double celebrations with Diwali during the day, which included dressing up in Indian clothes, henna and Diwali arts and crafts, and then the kids went trick and treating in the evening with daddy. Then started birthday prep for Jiya and Christmas prep for our first Christmas in the new house.

Now that 2024 is over, I can look back and say that officially this year has been absolutely amazing for me and my family. We have all achieved a lot, made a lot of progress both personally and professionally, and I can only pray and hope this continues in 2025.

So HAPPY NEW YEAR from me and my family to you and your family.

Settling Into Our New Family Home:

Hey… you are back here for my second blog post… so I can assume that you are definitely interested in my life and what is going on with me.

Well a few things have changed in the last month. We finally got the purchase of our very first family home done, and have now moved in and settled.

The area is ok, but we have FAB neighbors. This is something we have always been lucky with.. having great neighbors. Even in our old rental place, we had this elderly gentleman on our left called Ted, who lived alone. We ended up becoming friendly and my daughters absolutely adored him and he adored them back. Every birthday and Christmas we would pop around to his place and give him cake or homemade cookies and he would give a little cash to the girls as presents.

We became so friendly that after Ted had some minor heart issues, both me and my husband gave him our mobile numbers for him to call us if he ever needed anything, and his daughter put them in speed dial on his house phone and mobile. Thankfully he never needed it, but just him having our numbers gave Ted’s daughter peace of mind that her dad was safe and had someone to contact if he ever had an emergency.

And with our new house, we have great neighbors on both sides. One side is a mature couple.. wouldn’t want to call them elderly, as the husband did help us move the old fridge out of the house, so he isn’t  frail or anything, but still much older then me and hubby.

On our first day with the keys, me and hubby went over to sort stuff out of the new house, since we had somehow managed to get it almost fully furnished, with sofa, all kitchen appliances, a bed, desks and even wall art. This house was basically a show house and was sold to us ‘as seen’, which meant that we had to check if anything was damaged or unusable, and there were a few things. Such as the fridge freezer.

So we had to get rid of the fridge freezer, so booked a slot with our local council to pick up the fridge freezer and a double mattress (we were bringing our own mattresses from our old place) and then had to take the items out and out it in our front garden for collection. Now the issue was that we could no drag the fridge through the house and out of the front door as it would cause scrape marks on the laminated floors, therefore the only option we had was to drag it to the front via our back garden and the back area behind out garden. We did that, and hubby found it easier to roll the fridge on it side and slide it down the road, through the alleyway that connected the back area to the front street. We were dragging the fridge down the 4 houses on the Main Street, making a hell of a noise with the dragging, that the man who is our neighbor to the left, came out to see what the hell was going on. We explained what we were doing, and he asked us if we needed help, to move it over the wall into our front garden and we happily accepted.

This got us talking and me and Nitin introduced ourselves to them, and we apologized in advance for any loud noises that our daughters would make (both girls are very loud, especially when they argue, and they argue ALL the time). But the neighbors said that we don’t need to worry, as they have soundproofed their home as they have a stair lift that is loud.

With our neighbours to the right, its been much more interesting. I quickly said hi to our neighbor and her daughter one afternoon when they were getting back from the school run and that was it for about a week or so. I had heard that she had 4 kids, 3 boys and a daughter, but didn’t know more then that. The following weekend, my hubby bumped into her in the back garden and she invited both my girls to the birthday party she was hosting for her nephew. She had hired a bouncy castle that has been put up just outside her back garden, and all the kids playing there were related to our neighbors. Maanvi and Jia were the only kids that were Indian and stood out, but the girls ended up having a lot of fun, and literally were playing outside for almost 6 hours. They even were fed chicken nuggets and burgers at the party. Turns out the daughter of our neighbor is a year older then Maanvi, and the youngest son is a year younger then Jia.. so the youngest two kids have now become great friends with my girl, and all 4 kids plays out together almost every single evening after school.

Even better is that the daughter will be going to the same secondary school that Malachi want to go to next year, so when Maanvi will be in year 7, the neighbors daughter will be in year 8 and I will have no worries about Maanvi walking to the new school by herself, as she had walk to school with the neighbors daughter.

So with the house and the family being settled, I had to get back into work. I had initially booked a week and a half off from work to do the move to the new house and set things up, but had to extend it so I ended up taking the full 2 weeks off.

Initially I had planned to set up my home office in the single smaller room that we had in the house, but after moving the wardrobe and the girls bed into their bedroom, we realized that there was literally no room for me and hubby to put our mattresses on the floor since we were giving our master bedroom to my in-laws to stay in whilst there were here for the next 3 months. Thus our ONLY option was to give the small single room to my in-laws, as it was just big enough for a double bed and 2 side tables, and to put my office desk and chair in the master bedroom where me and hubby were having to ourselves. But I have made it work, and have been back working full time for 2 weeks now.

Things at work have been great since my last blog post. I have been smashing my targets every week, been given R&R (rewards and recognition) TWICE with a gift voucher worth £70 put together… have lead a team meeting once, and made a few new friends.

With the older friends I have made at work, things are going great with them too… we have a group outing planned for July to watch the new Deadpool movie that is coming out, and I recently found out that 2 of my friends are dating each other.. and I am 1 of 3 people who know about it. So feel really privileged to be trusted.

Apart from all this, life is going good. I’m making sure I take time to enjoy life and to try new things. Went to the theater with my mother in law to watch a production of a play called “Frankie goes to Bollywood’ and it was fab, and I’m planning to take my girls to watch ‘Wicked’ at the cinema when the movie comes out in September.

So yeah, I’m making the most of my life now after all the stuff that happened to me in the past that is in my book, and I’m gonna continue to live my best life now that I have completed my journey of ‘Breaking Free’

Life Update: New Job, New Home, and Book Writing Journey

So you have brought and read my book and want to know what I (the author) have been up to since I wrote it..

Well to be honest, quite a bit has changed. Ive now got a full time job in the civil service, I’ve recently started the process of buying my first home, and I am truly and happily content with my life right now.

So going back, I wrote ‘Breaking Free’ last spring/summer. The original plan was to write a bit and see how it goes. I had no plans to write the whole book in 16 weeks, and to be honest, the first few weeks were tough. I wrote the first chapter, but then struggled to write the second and third. I knew I needed help if I was to ever get this book written, so I turned to the group of people I knew I could rely on to get this book done and yep, for those who have already read my book, it was my girl gang from Hornsey, Tabz, Inaya, Ruzi and Jay.

We are all still in touch with each other and have our own little WhatsApp group, so when I told them that I was finally writing my life story, they were all over the moon. I even got a comment that it was about time. I asked them for help, and they happily agreed to be my first ever readers.

I knew the girls wouldn’t judge me, and maybe the book would help them understand me better, or at least the girl they knew from school, and I was right. I gave each of them a copy of each chapter as I wrote them, and they did nothing but encourage and support me. To be honest, if it wasn’t for these girls, I probably would not have gotten the book written as fast as I did, as they were constantly on my case to get the next chapter, to the point that I was writing one chapter a week.

Once I got into the groove of things, I aimed to get the whole book written by the time my girls started back to school in September…and I sort of missed that deadline, but only by a week, so not too upset about that.

The next thing was finding an editor, as I knew I had written an excellent book, but i also knew that grammar and punctuation was not my strong point, plus I knew I was gonna need help with the whole publishing the book thing. So I connected with a contact I had made during my ‘business’ days, Jen from Fuzzy Flamingo.

Jen is someone I have met through Mums In Business Facebook group, and I knew she would be perfect as my editor as she had been following my journey whilst writing it, and to be honest, Jen has been AMAZING! She not only edited the whole thing just right, she even made sure all the information that I had in the book was still relevant (such as the IMAX at millennium point, no longer being an IMAX cinema…). 

Jen started the whole editing process from October 2023, and meanwhile I had been applying for jobs.. well did 4 applications during the summer. Most of them were standard office based jobs, which I had gone for as I didn’t think that I would get a great job after being a stay at home mum/small business owner for the last 6 years… but there was 1 job, that my husband had encouraged me to apply for. Can’t go into much detail about it as its civil service job, and don’t want to get into trouble for saying something that I shouldn’t be. But it is a branch of the Ministry of Justice, so you can get an idea of how professional and rule abiding it is.

So I applied for this job, didn’t think I would ever be considered for it, but got an email for a formal interview, which I dreaded, as I suffer from anxiety, so when they said ‘is there any special requirements for the interview’, I said yes and told them that I suffer from anxiety, and that fiddling with something helps a lot, so can I fiddle with something during the interview, and they agreed. I did my research of the types of questions asked and made notes on them and stuck them around the table where I was going to have my zoom interview. Don’t remember much of the interview, apart from mentioning that I had written a book, which seemed to impress them. So I used my experience of writing ‘Breaking Free’ to answer questions about time management, sticking to deadlines, and setting realistic targets, and a few weeks later I found out that I got the job.

I officially joined the office on 9th November 2023, and went through 6 weeks of training, then 6 weeks in consolidation team (during which I was signed off sick for 2 weeks with a serious chest infection), made a few friends at work, and then joined my permanent team in Feb 2024.

And what a team! Everyone is amazing, my manager is awesome, and I absolutely love working there. My first month in, I was nominated by my manager for reward and recognition for my great work ethic, smashing the targets set for me, and for always trying my best, and was rewarded with a £20 voucher to use (still need to figure out where I can use it ..lol). But I am happy and working everyday is a pleasure and something I look forward to.

On another front, with me having a full time job, me and my husband were able to get a mortgage and start house hunting. We saw quite a few properties, that were ok, but we were always beaten when offers were given, that we thought we would have to settle for something that was a fixer upper and maybe not as close to the girls school as we wanted. Until we view this one house. As soon as we walked in, my jaw dropped. This was my dream house. It was decorated in a style that I loved, there was a sofa, small TV and artwork on the wall, that made it look like the perfect show house, the lounge was just the right size, as well as the kitchen, the back garden was tiled and perfect, and I wanted this house before I had even been upstairs. Even my husband fell in love with it, and whispered to me that he thinks we should put in an offer before we headed upstairs. The upstairs didn’t disappoint either… 2 great size double bedrooms, a single/box room, and they even had turned the old boiler cupboard into a home office space. There were built in wardrobes as well as beds, curtains, artwork etc… it literally was a show house that showed off the home in the best possible light.

So we spoke to the estate agent about its price and how long it has been on the market, she told the information and told us that it was £182k, but all the furniture was included.. unfortunately £182k was slightly above our budget, so we offered £180k, which was the max we could afford, and the offer got accepted.

We are currently on the last stages of the paperwork, and fingers crossed, we should be moved in by the time the next blog post comes out next month. 

So this is a snapshot of what has been going on in my life since the book was written. I hope you enjoyed this update, and continue to follow my blog as I keep you updated on my life.

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