“I turned 30 and took is very badly. I drank much too much wine two weekends in a row and it ended in tears, vomit, and a pot plant falling on my face.”

“Turning thirty seemed quite scary and overwhelming for me. I remember as a child I thought it was just so old. But on the day of my thirtieth birthday I remember thinking, wow it really doesn’t feel that bad after all. I had achieved so much personally and was looking forward to the next chapter of my life.”

“It hasn’t been until my thirties that I have realised the importance of my own self care routine in an effort to ‘nurture the nurturer’ so to speak.”