It feels strange to be back in this oh so familiar position of a blank screen staring at me while I scroll longingly through every social media platform waiting for inspiration to strike. But what better way to return than some form of re-introduction. I’m Rachel. I live in the South West of England. I like coffee, pizza and books and I long to be a proud owner of a dog called Alan, but we’re not quite there yet. I started No Space For Milk in 2016 when I was floundering in between degrees, wondering if I should be spending…

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I’m a simple girl with simple pleasures. As you all know, I love a good cup of coffee. I’m happy with an Instant (no snobbery here), I’m happy in a coffee shop, but I’m happiest when I’m in the comfort of my own home, cradling a nice hot cup of my own creation. Milk has always been a foe of mine. I hated it as a child and I still hate it now, except I can make some allowances (like when it’s being made into a mac n’ cheese sauce. So in a vow to be more animal friendly and…

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Social media is a tricky trickster isn’t it? You don’t even log in to anything anymore, you just type the first couple of letters into your URL bar and up it comes. That’s when you’re faced with utter information overload. Opinions stated as though they are fact, edited photos on edited backgrounds, it’s impossible to tell whether you’re looking at something real or entirely curated? At the end of 2018, I realised I was becoming more and more irritated with a certain aspect of blogging: the falseness of it all. I probably shouldn’t let it affect me so much but…

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As Kylie Jenner put so eloquently two years that 2016 was going to be the year of realising stuff, 2018 has been my realising things year. At the beginning of 2018 I wrote myself six goals in the front of my Fearne Cotton Happy Journal. I will become a registered mental health nurse. I will get married. I will get a great job. I will run 10K. I will move to a new area. I will go abroad. I remember almost scoffing at some of the goals, because none of them seemed difficult. In fact, I thought I’d gone pretty…

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Every year the same thing happens. September rolls around and I feel the weight of sadness that Summer is over. Then as the year speeds up in that way that only happens in the lead up to Christmas, something darker takes hold. For some, this presents as the “Winter Blues.” Feeling lethargic and miserable as a result of the dark nights and cold weather is pretty normal but if you find that just can’t shift your apathy, then it could be worth talking to your GP about Seasonal Affective Disorder. I’ve struggled through the Winter months for a long time,…

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