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My name is Charlotte. I am a neurodiverse,over sharer with hidden disabilities and a wardrobe of colour! This is my journey to finding who I am and every bump, hair bow, and mismatched outfit along the way…

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    I’ve worked hard since I was 14, but after 13 years at Boots, I realized I was working to live. I took a leap of faith and started a job in a quirky cafe in my village, where I built a warm environment and made a name for myself with my delicious treats. However, I was let go after just two months, due to ‘not fitting in’ and now I’m feeling lost and uncertain.
  • New morning ritual
    I am blessed to live in the English countryside in a beautiful village called Kingsclere. Living right next to Watership down (yes…where the book and traumatic film are based on). I often forget that I am blessed with a large garden and beautiful countryside. The last couple of mornings when letting my dog out, IContinue reading “New morning ritual”
  • Welcome to me
    Hi, I’m Charlotte — the human equivalent of a rainbow explosion who somehow still manages to be chronically ill, neurodivergent, and held together by caffeine, stubbornness, and a pair of green Uggs. I’m the bubbly one. The chatty one. The one who brings colour into every room because beige is a personal enemy. I’m theContinue reading “Welcome to me”

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About me

Hi, I’m Charlotte — the human equivalent of a rainbow explosion who somehow still manages to be chronically ill, neurodivergent, and held together by caffeine, stubbornness, and a pair of green Uggs.

I’m the bubbly one. The chatty one. The one who brings colour into every room because beige is a personal enemy. I’m the fun‑loving aunt who will climb into soft play (even when my joints protest), the dog‑mum who narrates her dog’s inner thoughts like it’s a BBC documentary, and the person who will hype up a stranger’s outfit in Tesco like it’s a red‑carpet moment.

But here’s the twist: I also live with hidden disabilities. The kind you don’t see in the bright lipstick or the glittery eyeliner. The kind that sit quietly behind the smile, the mask, the “I’m fine!” and the jokes.
I’m neurodivergent, chronically exhausted, and occasionally held together by sheer willpower and a hot water bottle.

And now, at 34, I’m finally figuring out who I actually am.
Not the versions I created to fit in.
Not the personas I tried on like outfits that never quite sat right.
Not the watered‑down, quieter, “acceptable” versions of myself I thought the world wanted.

Just… me.
Colourful, chaotic, kind, sparkly, disabled, neurodivergent, soft‑hearted, loud‑laughing me.

I’m still learning where I fit. Still exploring where I belong. Still discovering the parts of myself I buried for years because I thought they were flaws.
This blog is part of that journey — a place to unmask, unpack, unlearn, and unapologetically rebuild myself in full colour.

So if you’re here for realness with a side of ridiculousness, welcome.
If you’re here because you’re also figuring yourself out later in life, pull up a chair.
If you’re here because you love a bit of sparkle with your honesty, you’re my people.

This is my space to share the chaos, the colour, the humour, the healing, and the unfiltered reality of being a disabled, neurodivergent, sparkly human trying to make the world a little brighter — one story, one laugh, one meltdown, one glittery outfit at a time.