I haven’t written here for a while. In fact I’ve decided I will only be using this space for me and my family from now on. No more ‘blogging’ in the vaguely professional sense. My heart and soul need to be somewhere else. Where that somewhere else might be, I’ll let you know when (if(…)
The progress is slow, the road long and winding with many unexpected obstacles to overcome, but here are my current thoughts. I think I see improvement, I have hope. There is hope. I am enough. I am a good mum, a good friend. I can paint and I can draw. This is the beginning, not(…)
Because if I’m not proud, I’ll fall ever deeper into the pit and I can’t afford to and don’t want to. So I’m listing the reasons why I’m proud of myself today: I took my kids on holiday. They had so much fun they didn’t want to come home. I made wonderful memories and they(…)
“And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am” “When you’ve been fighting for it all your life You’ve been working every day and night That’s how a superhero learns to fly (Every(…)
As far back as I can remember I’ve been plagued by thoughts of being in danger. I mean life threatening danger. I know, it’s dramatic. Over the top? Well, maybe but then again maybe not. I’ve never admitted to having these thoughts to anyone. How odd would I (or do I now) sound? I never(…)
I can’t find the written words, so here they are today. I’m not brave and I’m not strong. The painting is called ‘rootless’.