Diary of a Sentimental Heart: Part 9.

Nine months of toeing the delicate line of oversharing, dating with an enormous internet footprint and meeting a wonderful man who paints his nails...

I’ve realised there’s a delicate balance when you’re writing about personal experiences. It toes the line between what seems like a rather clumsy ‘tea spill’ and what is considered honest personal writing. Somewhere between the heavy footed and exposing sharing that leaves you with a vulnerability hangover and a fizzing tummy; and the kind of writing that comes from a delicately navigated lived experience. Whether that’s conquering storms or gently plodding through the day to day.