So here is another bloody blog to add to the internet. This is however not a blog where you find a butt tone of crap written about what I think about a new eye shadow or trying to tell you how going gluten free is making me feel great and you should join me, its a blog where I tell you about me and have a rant about how life is at times fucken shit and others its so bloody amazing.
Ive noticed now that I’m 29 and newly married how much I’m expected to live like its the 20s yet have a good job that progresses and be an equal contributor to our bank account and all while looking fab!
A bit of background on me
I’m a midwife
an Army wife (this is like a job in itself)
got married in September 2016
I live in an Army camp in NZ in the middle of nowhere and work 1hr 45min away so stay at my parents house while I work and then come home on my days off.
Have a younger sister and an older brother who dies in Nov 2016
I’m a newly marched out army reserve solider
I was a chef
I have a cat
At the moment Im not really sure what I like to do with myself in my spare time. I think because I just really cant be fucked doing anything. I went to a natruopath last year because I was just so dam tired i thought i was going to fall over a die….. and she said I had adrenal fatigue. well I think its back because im tired again! but why so stressed…..
well getting married and then 2 months later starting army basic training for a month (which my brother died about midway) with 3 weeks off (which i just spent working as a midwife) then back to army training for another 3 weeks, then home to which 5 days later my brand new husband and partner of 4 years says ‘i don’t know if i want to be married anymore’ may have done it!
So what am I going to do about it, start taking my Dr Libby bioblends supplements again (because I have shit stickability to that kind of stuff), write this blog to vent and let anyone else ready this know that they aren’t alone in thinking LIFE ISN’T A FUCKING MOVIE, (hopefully ill stick to this) going to start yoga lol of god ill die, eat more vegies and drink less coffee 
I love coffee. we’ll see how this goes :/
As for the husband part, well that’s a work in progress but now he really wants it to work (after a month of crying into my tub of ice cream)
that’s enough for now.