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Lotte Lane
writer, mum, secret hippy
writer, mum, secret hippy
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(New blog!) Enough About Me

When I started this blog three and a bit years ago, my life felt very different. I was a frustrated writer, who – having been through a few years of therapy – was craving a new place express the contents of their head. I was in flux: I’d recently become a…

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[New blog!] Putting my money where my mouth is

Having spent a large portion of 2016 in a giant news-and-general-state-of-the-world-induced funk, I’ve tripped over into this New Year quietly. Where in the past I’ve (over)shared my innermost thoughts – musing on my hopes ‘n’ fears, how I want to feel,…

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[NEW BLOG POST!] What I did in the Summer Holidays, by Lotte Lane aged 36 and a half

For various existential (and also practical) reasons, I’ve not been able to blog for a while. However, once again Susannah Conway’s ‘August Break’ photo challenge has lured me back in the blogging game. I was calIed to share my responses to her…

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A little more love, please (my take on #Brexit #JoCox & #Orlando):

I’ve been guilty of it. I’ve got caught up in the anger and the hate swirling round the world right now. Orlando made me cry and rage. Brexit lies made me livid. And Jo Cox: well I sobbed for days.  (I think that was my Diana moment). The last week or so…

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To my son on his first birthday (you are not an afterthought)

Felix. My big bouncy boisterous boy. You are not an afterthought. Yes, I am mainly writing this post out of guilt – your sister got her own birthday blog after all – but, you’re not an afterthought. I’ve barely noticed this past year whizz by: I’ve been…

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My Depression (What You Didn't See) #DAW2016 #WhatYouDontSee

When I couldn’t read books anymore When I cried every day When I had a full-scale rolling-around-on-the-floor-actually-scratching-my-eyes- meltdown because I’d forgotten to add butter to the blueberry muffin mix When I carved into my flesh, pain stemming…

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I had an adventure today (NEW BLOG!)

I’m not sure exactly when it happened.  But at some point since having my second baby I’ve developed a fear of leaving my postcode. We’re not talking an overwhelming agoraphobia thing.  I am perfectly fine going places with other people; I am totally fine…

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A teeny tiny #timetotalk blog (too tired for coherent writing)

Today is ‘Time to Talk Day’ – a nice little initiative set up here in Blighty to encourage conversation about mental health. If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know I’m all for talking about mental health.  I ‘came out’ about my depression…

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New Year, New Me?

Yes, it’s NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS time! Except – it’s not…   I don’t do New Years Resolutions, for the same reason that I no longer weigh myself or keep scales in the house.I don’t need another vehicle through which to beat myself up. My brain (in all it’s…

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Why I turned my website off

It’s New Years Eve (you know that I assume, but pointing it out just in case you’re still lost in the wilds of the what-day-is-it-again-better-have-another-chocolate fog). I like New Year’s Eve. Not because I am massive into the lets go out, smear glitter…
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