Let’s be honest - there’s “a bit grey outside” weather, and then there’s this . The kind of weather that makes you question your life choices, your location on Earth, and whether the sun has personally fallen out with you. When the sky looks like it’s been set to “sad darkness” and the rain feels aggressively personal, keeping your spirits up can feel like an Olympic sport. But fear not. You don’t have to let miserable weather steal your joy. You can  be damp on the outside

Let’s be honest, most of us already feel like we’re tracking everything . Steps. Sleep. Periods. Screen time. Mood swings (mentally, at least). So, when wearables promise to “optimise” our lives, it’s fair to ask: Do we really need another device telling us how we slept? And yet many women are quietly finding wearables genuinely helpful (not for perfection, but for awareness). At their best, wearables offer insight, not judgement. They help us notice patterns we might otherwi

Somewhere along the way, we started living like connection is optional. Like it’s a “nice to have” if we get around to it, somewhere between the deadlines, the life admin, the never-ending washing basket and the constant pressure to keep everything moving. We’ve normalised being permanently “busy,” permanently “fine,” permanently saying we’ll make plans “soon.” We’re always reachable, always online, always replying, always consuming… yet somehow still feeling strangely alone.

Let’s be honest for a second. January has a way of making us feel like we’re already behind. Suddenly everyone’s talking about glow-ups, three-year plans, 5am routines, and becoming the best version of themselves. And while some of that can be motivating, a lot of it just feels unrealistic! Somewhere along the line, New Year’s resolutions stopped being about what we actually want and turned into what we think we should want. High achiever culture has convinced us that if the

Ah, Christmas. That magical time of year when the kids become feral with anticipation , adults develop a mysterious relationship with Baileys, and every one of us swears we’ll be more organised than last year and absolutely none of us are. There’s a moment somewhere between the teenagers raiding the fridge again , the fairy lights dying again , and you realising it’s somehow December already  when you just think: Fuck it. Let’s keep going. Because Christmas in your mid-40s is

We are living through what many have begun calling the loneliness epidemic . Across Ireland and the UK, rates of reported loneliness and mental ill-health are climbing at unprecedented levels. Despite being more digitally connected than ever before, people are feeling increasingly isolated, from their communities, their workplaces, and even themselves. The world may have reopened after lockdowns, but for many, the sense of disconnection has never felt deeper. Work, once a cor

There’s a quiet danger that creeps into our minds when we scroll, watch, or listen too long to the noise around us - comparison. It’s subtle at first, disguised as curiosity or admiration, but soon it becomes a habit that steals from us something sacred: joy! We compare our beginnings to someone else’s highlight reel, our struggles to someone else’s successes, our behind-the-scenes to their carefully curated moments. And before we realise it, our gratitude shrinks. What once

Domestic violence isn’t always loud. It doesn’t always leave bruises, and it doesn’t always happen behind closed doors. It can look like control disguised as love, criticism passed off as “just a joke,” or financial restrictions hidden under the excuse of “responsibility.” At The She Said Club , we believe that talking openly about domestic abuse is one of the most powerful ways to break its silence and that every woman deserves safety, respect, and support. Across both the U

There’s something quietly poetic about the way the leaves surrender to the wind each autumn. They don’t cling to the branches or bargain...