I honestly believe that alcohol-related memory problems are hugely under-reported and mistaken for Alzheimer's disease. Ten years ago I would have been treating no more than three people at any one time for alcohol-related brain damage. Now there are at least 10 patients with that in my clinical service.
As we've kissed goodbye to the winter months - apart from the very random snow storms recently. We've stepped into all things spring. New life is appearing in all forms. We have beautiful blossom on the trees, bluebells, daffodils, green leaves and the appearance of brighter sunshine and longer days.
They've been the udders that have fed our children and are now the plump cushions for their sleeping heads. They've been squeezed, pumped, prodded and poked by babies, midwives and health visitors and because of this, they are now the floor-facing members of society. They have lost their fight against gravity and now hang their sad faces in defeat.
What is it that makes the fairer species cripple at the thought of releasing some intestinal pressure, and that this release may lead to romantic or social repercussions? "It's not that I can't fart in front of him," a friend admits over lunch when I tell her what I plan to write on. "I just know that he finds it unattractive. So I don't."
Surprisingly to me, my boyfriend was super into my pared down look. "I like it when girls look like they've just had a really heavy night," he said. Slightly offended, I thought back to all the times men in the street had hit on me when I was mercilessly hungover.
To defeat extremism, we need women and girls to be empowered. And for women and girls to be empowered, we need to defeat extremism.
Here was an artist completely at home surrounded by talented female musicians. It was never in a lecherous way. For a man of such overt sexuality his relationship with his female band members was that of a mentor so secure in himself that he was able to let the ladies shine.
It just so happens that Monday was the first time I'd walked home to my new flat by myself. Usually my other half walks by my side, but for whatever reason on Monday he didn't. And that just so happened to be the day when a menacing man decided to aggressively catcall me.
By February 2011, I had not had a period for over a year which, according to online information meant I was officially 'post-menopausal.' My body, however, had other ideas and my periods returned, ending up in a reversed menstrual cycle - a three-week period, with one week off. It was hellish.
Instead of being happy for her, congratulating her and sending their well-wishes, some people have decided to comment on the first photo she's shared of herself and her daughter as being "self promotion". Basically all people can talk about is her boobs.
I never received any sex and relationship education and I know that had a significant effect on me and my childhood. It won't solve everything, but I am sure it would go a long way to helping this issue and more generally, result in happier and more confident adults.
Oh, it's ok, we're only teasing! We just wanted to hear the audible gasp of indignation since Mums get blamed for everything! However, having said that, there is a modicum of truth in the statement! As women we are raised and trained to burnout!
These are great leadership qualities for anyone, but they are particularly useful for women. We're often told that women lack self-esteem and pursue perfectionism to their own detriment. Resilience can neutralize that self-doubt.
It's important to share our stories if we can, especially those of us who find it easier to express ourselves through the written word than others may. In fact, it's our duty to do so, in the hope it might help others.
After all, there will not be a whole country, a whole city or whole community greater than the sum of its parts, unless most citizens of the UK and Wales in particular feel that this land is theirs - ours and that we are in it, of it and willing to know it.
I started to feel pressure. Pressure a lot of women feel in their 30s. I felt that I had to be like all my friends. I literally felt my biological clock ticking away loudly in the background. I'm pretty sure some of my boyfriends did too. I became obsessed with finding 'the one'.