Self-care, guys. Who is with me? If we don’t take time for ourselves then what do we expect? I feel blessed to be living the life I am living, but that doesn’t change the voices in my head saying I don’t deserve it. My anxiety is a daily battle. I wake up and have a green juice, I exercise, I do all the things you’re told to do for a better life, but then BAM, when I don’t expect it, fear creeps in and takes over my day. A voice tells me I don’t deserve this. I am living someone else’s life and any minute I will lose it all. I try to be strong. Every day I tell myself, ‘You are alive, you have it all, you are loved’, but my self-doubt tries to take all of these things away from me. The battle is real. Maybe all of these bubbles will get me through the day #AD #selflove #selfcare #VeuveClicquot #spon #bubbles

@TeddyFerrington12: I’ll give you something to be anxious about love

@LaurensGirl: I wish I could hold you to make you feel better. I could, if you answer your DM’s. I sent you my number. Call me. Wee culd be friends.

@Gapetour40: NOTICE ME

@uptowncreek: Bet Gav loves boning you. I would.

@policypipeline: Not being funny, but do you think it’s appropriate to talk about solving anxiety with alcohol? Not really the right message to all of your young female followers, is it? Please be more responsible if you are going to present yourself as a role model.

@Adriannaspeaky: Thank you for talking out about anxiety, even if you don’t really have it.

Beth

As I open the front door to my house, I am met by the sound of laughter. It is Michael and his mother, they are on the sofa. She is rubbing his feet. Tommy is in his bouncer on the floor.

‘Hi,’ I say, softly.

‘Beth, you’re home.’ Michael jumps up to give me a kiss. He seems nervous to see me. Janet sits back, raises her hands up then lets them slap down onto her thighs, as if to say, ‘Well that’s the end of that then.’

‘Yes I thought I’d call it a day at the office, I wanted to see you and Tommy. Janet, hello,’ I say, politely, nodding in her direction.

‘Beth,’ she says, barely raising a smile. She can hardly look at me after Dildogate.

I walk over to Tommy and pick him up. He cries immediately.

‘He’s hungry,’ Janet informs me.

‘I know, it’s time for a feed, which is why I rushed home.’

‘We have a bottle heating up,’ Janet says, getting up to get it. Michael goes all weird.

‘It’s OK, Mum. Beth can feed him herself if she’s home.’