Get up!

Keep going You promised yourself You have people to annoy People to love Things to do Keep going.

If something looks to good to be true…

As I look to develop my writing skills and career it’s tempting to be suckered in to these, ‘Do you want to be paid £20 an hour to write content’ posts. Well don’t you worry, this isn’t one of them. Rather it’s my warning of them. If like me you don’t have money to fall

Anxiety arghhhh

I needed an Osteopath and my friend kindly recommended one for me, I tend not to see people who are not by recommendation; I’d never just chose someone at random my anxiety won’t allow it. I decided to email the business, the only problem was, they actually replied and offered a choice of appointment dates,

Air Raid Warnings in 2022

I used to think Air Raid shelters were a thing only in history books. The reality is today that in the Ukraine they are lit up red. Red on the map to alert them to air raid attacks. It’s not just one area, a border or piece of land, it’s the whole country under attack.

Just sharing an Autumn walk

I took a beautiful walk today through some woodland, initially I didn’t even want to leave the house. I was in a mood, tired and a bit worn out. I am so pleased I took the opportunity and got some fresh air, I took my camera and the dogs and went looking for the little

Reasons I was awake 3am onwards

Boy George, I hate Karma Chameleon he was on repeat in my head for hours! It didn’t matter what I tried, my usual 1,2,1,2 breathing and counting, he snuck in, thinking about waves on a beach, he was in the back ground, pretending in in a black hammock in a black room surrounded by a

Death Visits.

As the pain in my chest grows, my heart pounding as though trying to beat against the bone cage which surrounds it and escape, I feel my breath fleeting; struggling on the intake but rushing to leave me like my soul eager to release its self from this fleshy jail. Death hovers near, beckoning with

Restless slumber

As he breathes next to me I hear him moving, frantic like escaping from an unseen foe, ‘Two weeks ago..’ he murmurs, soft snores escaping and the rustling of bedding sounding sharp in the silence, The murmurs and sad wails continue, do I awaken this restless slumber, do I comfort this man, What are dreams

Vacuum of life

Such a strange feeling that is not really a feeling at all. The emptiness of one’s self; like a huge void which neither pulls or pushes. When the day starts with such thoughts you know you are feeling, you just don’t want to admit to your own mind, the creeping vine of depression, working it’s

Small steps…

I wanted to share some positive news! Last I blogged, I wrote about our struggles here coping with teenage depression and suicidal thought patterns. Here is me hoping and praying, that we are making steps in the right direction. Having gone from complete breakdowns and self harming to smiling, chatting and being more sociable, we