Haters gonna hate…

Okay so this might hurt a little…it’s something I’ve been churning over for a while now. So I’m just going to say it and I’m sure that I’m not the only one who feels it either… Self care, self love, body positivity and positivity about mental health as a disability is fraught with little IRL…

Finding our resolve…

A new year brings with it the anticipation for better things; that you will do better, that you’ll succeed further and generally that this year you’re life will meet all of your expectations and be the best year of your life…Talk about setting yourself up for a fall and a hard, flat on your face…

overwhelmed…

What overwhelms me most in life is not the want of money or the elusive shit sticks notion of ‘happiness’, not even the ever expanding fear of terrorism overwhelms me. Nothing as much as the sheer number of other human beings knocking into each other, crossing paths, trying to figure it all out. I spend…

defining your self worth

Many things can influence how we feel about ourselves. Generally speaking I think many people define their worth based on the opinions of others. I am guilty of such a charge and it really got me thinking recently – why? Now there’s the age old adage of us shaping an opinion of ourselves based on…

Two years of grief.

If you are to understand anything from this post, understand that grief is simply yet painfully: the loss of love.

life has a pause button right?

Sometimes all I want to do is hit pause. So I can quieten my mind and put everything back in the correct boxes and then hit play again. But life is unfortunately not as simple as a retro VCR (pencils optional). You may have noticed that my blogging has been rather… intermittent of late and…

life of the living…

They say there are stages of grief. That there are key emotions that you go through to deal with a loss, and I guess they’d be right… For me as I have previously blogged, the pain began as an overwhelming, all consuming emotion darker than any depressive episode I’ve ever had and then it faded…

No Jack, I am not blinkin’ flying…

I wish my life read like an e.e Cummings poem… With hearts being carried, where everyone has a darling and fates are not feared. But alas, in a world of Tinder and Plenty of Fish, it’s pretty bloody unlikely. And let’s be honest nowadays if some bloke wrote a poem as beautiful as Mr Cummings…