I can't deny I was a wreck, a total wreck and felt utterly bereaved. I wanted to take away this horrendous empty feeling that was left as my son went off to university 60 miles away for chrissake. I felt almost utterly ridiculous at how lost, lonely and sad I was. I'd have laughed if… Continue reading Sad mothers club. One’s flown the nest. Writing about feelings.
There's three things I want to write about today: Tea and chocolate Mental Health and the split mind (RANT) Finding your field Firstly then, I bought a most delicious chocolate bar yesterday. It reads like a poem: Green and Blacks velvet edition Dark Chocolate SALTED CARAMEL blended with Yorkshire caramel infused with delicate flakes of… Continue reading In Search of how to go about things when you keep getting ill … and eating chocolate while drinking tea..
Before Winter comes, bringing in the dark, cold and lonesome nights, the summer swells fulsomely. Swollen trees' green buxom bosoms waft dancingly; swaying, in music time, like women in their prime; clutching a glass of cold dry wine in the sunlight, flirting outrageously with life; confident tomorrow they will still shine. All… Continue reading Before Winter Comes: A Poem
On the last occasion I smuggled popcorn into the cinema it was my daughters birthday and we were going to see Black Panther. It was so good. Being a woman of slender means I decided to buy a few bags of £1 popcorn and a few bottles of cheap pop to save on the… Continue reading Sneaking popcorn into the cinema
All my life, yes actually (I have to double check that) but really, most of my life I’ve seesawed between feeling fine and feeling sodden. Sodden with a kind of all consuming sadness that is. For example, one day in my present life I can be cycling along taking in sight, sound and humanity… Continue reading The Blues
I’m still damn blue. No amount of omega 3 oil, vitamin c, or any of it seems to be removing my nature of cyclothymic sadness. I've been tracking days to see a pattern and it’s pretty much three weeks of melancholic misery followed by one week of feeling pretty good and forgetting about life, death,… Continue reading At the Crossroads
When I see a snail sliding slowly across the hazardous pavement, I sometimes like to pluck it from its seeming potential crackling death by foot and place it in a nearby leafy rainy domain. I then can spend time ruminating that I have removed it, without permission or consultation, from its mission or its fate… Continue reading Rescue Me