Forgetting to Fight – or – sorry I’ve been a bit of a twit

I’ve got nothing to say today apart from the fact that I’m sorry and thank you so much for sticking around. Christmas really knocked me. I didn’t cope as well as I thought I might; it wasn’t the perfect family Christmas that I had wanted. It made me miserable. I have been miserable, and probably […]

Advertisement

Read More Forgetting to Fight – or – sorry I’ve been a bit of a twit

Inside Outside

When I was eleven, I stopped talking to people. [This isn’t a ‘woe is me’ tale because I don’t feel sorry for myself: my life ain’t bad really.] It started when I was bullied. It’s commonly known and accepted that bullying does that to people. I was embarrassed to share what was happening to me […]

Read More Inside Outside

…keep going…[or] the worst day of my life and the pain it left that has since got less painful

I can’t remember the conversation I had with the child. I can’t even remember whether the child was a boy or a girl. But I know the child’s mother came back from wherever she had been – probably the toilet – and called the child away. I was weird.  I had just thrown a whole […]

Read More …keep going…[or] the worst day of my life and the pain it left that has since got less painful

The Art of Struggling

Yeah it’s Christmas and New Year again. Not going to lie, I don’t find it easy. That doesn’t mean that I’ve had a rubbish Christmas. I really haven’t. I love feeling like I’m a part of my family and visiting Chatsworth with Granny and going to see A Christmas Carol at the RSC. However, it’s […]

Read More The Art of Struggling

Just Christmas

Christmas falls on a Tuesday this year. It’s very important to remember this fact. Christmas is one day of the year. It will be over as soon as it arrives and we’ll be into January before you know it. Christmas hasn’t always been a difficult time for me: I used to love, love, love it. […]

Read More Just Christmas

Do Something Different

I am the least sociable person I know.  I would far rather hide away in my room with an episode of Holby City than go out and talk to people. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being with other people, it’s just that I am scared of saying the wrong thing; not being the right […]

Read More Do Something Different

The memory of recovery

One of the hardest parts (another one of the hardest parts – recovery is difficult) of recovery is that you don’t know who you are yet. It’s like being asked to give up your current life, job, friends, family and move to another country to start all over again. You might love it but, then again, […]

Read More The memory of recovery

For Every Season

Imagine that you’re shining a torch on an orange. Actually, don’t bother: I tried that and it gets confusing when you’ve got shaky hands. Imagine Space. The Milky Way, to be precise, because doing the whole thing in one go is quite hard. Zoom in and you’ll find our Solar System. There, you’ll find eight […]

Read More For Every Season