That is the question. Whether it’s nobler in the mind to suffer ones thoughts or battle them in public. With huge apologies to Shakespeare, this is where I’m currently ‘at’ thought wise. I watch the parent blogging community and feel I’m an observer, no longer a participant. The connection that once felt strong seems to(…)
Things are good. That shouldn’t be such a difficult thing to say, should it? I can say without any caveat or hesitation that I long to be able to get to a point where I can say that ‘things are good’. I don’t mean that everything will be wonderful and perfect. I simply mean being(…)
Yes, I am able to think of the little achievements I have made this week. And they feel even more significant when I reflect on where I’ve come from. There’s a way to go yet. I’m not naive enough to think it’s all sorted. Last week showed me that. This morning when I rocketed from(…)
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.
I think I’m lucky because my depression hasn’t ever left me truly unable or incapable of day to day living. In fact most people would struggle to spot the signs and find it hard to believe I have depression sometimes. I think I’ve lived with depression for as long as I can remember and have(…)
There’s a crucial two words that I’d like to add to this blog post title but I’m not ready to yet. I can’t even have them in the first couple of paragraphs because I want to keep those words safe and write them in the main body of the text. I’m working towards survival and(…)