THE REAL SHIT

Let’s get one thing straight, nobody really has it all figured out. Not even those Instagram influencers with their perfectly curated lives and #blessed captions. Life in your thirties is less about having a master plan and more about embracing the glorious mess of trying to find one.

January has a reputation problem. Somewhere between the gym adverts, the new year, new you rhetoric, and the sudden urge to buy a £40 planner you’ll abandon by February, it’s become less about reflection and more about punishment.

Here we are again. That weird pocket of time between Christmas and New Year where the days blur, the biscuits vanish, and everyone suddenly becomes a motivational speaker.

There’s something uniquely unhinged about hitting December as a woman in her 30s. If you’ve found yourself teetering between “I love Christmas” and “I could absolutely curl up in a dark room until January,” congratulations, you’re exactly where every other 30 something woman is right now. This guide is for you.

There’s a fine line between being selfish and just having the audacity to exist as a whole human, your happiness does not depend on one person and one person alone, because lets face it, that's just not fair, on them, on the relationship, or you.

Feeling like life’s a flaming dumpster cartwheeling downhill? Want to make some changes but can’t afford to run off to a monastery? Here’s your twisted little guide to cultivate the habit of happiness, one tiny little breakdown at a time.

A savage little love letter to the soul crushing reality of friendship breakups in your 30s.