I am well and truly drained. This evening has been disaster after disaster after such a good day. Some days I just cannot cope with the strain and added pressures. Sometimes throw away comments that I usually brush off really hurt and get to me. I am so tired. Not physically but emotionally and I… Continue reading Hate.
Certain things in life we wish we could erase from our memory and rid from our subconscious. Over time the details of these memories can lessen and become easier to deal with, we still remember the event but we become accustomed to what happened helping the process of healing progress. Everyone has trigger warnings and… Continue reading Already Seen.
Time is the greatest healer. A cliche and go to answer when you ask people for advice or guidance in turbulent times but boy is it true. Someone once told me we live on a seven year cycle and I feel like I have just come to the end of mine and am starting a… Continue reading Seven.
Grey scale. Grey scale is the title of my yet to be penned memoir. I am yet to find the colour. That is a lie, I am yet to re-find the colour. There used to be a time when my life had so much colour and when the days were sapphire but now it is… Continue reading Penny Lane.
It tends to happen when I am overtired or riding out a hangover but I can somehow control my dreams. I get flashbacks which is something I have experienced for quite some years now and it isn't a thing I tend to talk about with anyone other than my GP. A touch on a certain… Continue reading 28th.
Hello September, I have been waiting for you.I love the September shift when the weather starts to change, days get shorter, homes feel cosier, you can go back to fleecy pyjamas and lunch goes from sushi to soup. I am a simple soul aren't I? I love the countdown to Halloween and before we know… Continue reading Dancing in September.
These last few days have been hellish and I am somewhat at a loss for words as to what I am confronting. To be perfectly honest the words are there but they are scrambled and in a frantic mess. My head is filled with sadness, fear and worry and my mouth cannot share what I… Continue reading Sherry Volt-Falcon.