Inside my head there are two voices. One telling me I’m not important to anyone other than my children. I’m too much like hard work to be around which is why people don’t want to be in my company very often. People shouldn’t be trusted because they can hurt you so I don’t offer much(…)
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’.
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(…)
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.(…)