Here’s a painting I completed recently. My second attempt using acrylics. I really want to say that I like it. I can get as far as, ‘I think it’s reasonably OK’. My lack of confidence isn’t just that. It’s low self esteem, it’s a struggle to reward myself and recognise achievements. It’s frustrating is(…)
I’m crying. I’m crying because I can’t find my son’s StormTrooper hat. He’s got 2 and I can’t find either of them. I’ve turned his bedroom upside down. I saw the hat on his pillow last night when I gave him a kiss goodnight. He was in tears because he hasn’t got his hat. I’m(…)
Now when I talk of being scared, I don’t just mean a mild apprehension or even slight panic. When I say scared, I mean pit of the stomach, nauseating fear. But what terrifies me isn’t always the ‘obvious’ for someone like me. Closed doors. I loathe walking up to a closed door and pushing it(…)
Read a book, scan a magazine.Watch a screen, look into space And dream. Think nothing, contemplate everything. And fly. Read an emotion, scan the space Watch body language, stare at a face And tense. Prepare for battle, Prepare to run. And flee.
If I could, what a phrase. But I’m going to try to explain what things are like for me. In case it might help others understand a little. I was reading something on The Mighty.com and saw a quote that struck me. I’m afraid I can’t quote the original source as I don’t know it.(…)
Recovering from depression is no easy task. Actually it’s incredibly hard work. But being outdoors helps and it helps a lot. The past 8 months have seen some very dark and challenging times but there have still been moments of smiles, and they’ve always involved my lovely little family. Clent Hills, National Trust (…)