This is genuine, ma hens. I came to tattle because a combination of feeling shite watching influencers, burnout working for that small business the NHS and a wee bit of bespoke low level depression meant I really needed to make some changes in my life. I deleted insta, and it helped realising via here that it's all smoke and mirrors, and the influencer bubble is probably about to burst.
After getting myself to that "fine" stage, I started sorting my environment. Began with baby steps. Wardrobe. Phew, felt better. Felt nicer in my clothes. Slowly but surely worked my way through every drawer, cupboard, the garage and today just sorted the loft. I can't lie, I felt sad for myself that I'd shopped and stored when I wasn't "fine". So much stuff, but barely used so I've been able to donate or sell the majority of it. But never again. None of it helped, I still felt sad, then I felt sad again facing it and clearing it all out. In the future I'll just skip the first stage and face up to things.
I suppose I'm trying to say that although Hinch and her cronies, including Mario, were part of why I felt rubbish it was me who chose to watch. It was also me who eventually decided to uninstall. And honestly I feel a bit gutted for Maz that he's probably sad. A Chinese take away for a big birthday you've been soft launching for months? You wouldn't wish that existence on anyone.
And tons love to all you tattle bastards, ma hens. You all well picked me up by my bootstraps.