Patience – I have none

Despite struggling with the act of ‘getting it done’, I hate delaying. If something is on my list, if a new thing that needs to be done appears, if information is requested of me and it needs to be sent over…I want it done… NOW. I feel for my family at times. Every now andContinue reading “Patience – I have none”

The beauty of the simple things

Life today seems incredibly complicated. I regularly find myself reading, researching and talking to my partner about the ways we can enjoy our life more (especially with our daughter) whilst working around our family’s limiatations. Although it’s mostly me that makes things challenging here, we also have to take into account the needs and developmentContinue reading “The beauty of the simple things”

The Red Box and the Green Fox

What a busy few weeks it’s been. And I’m talking about busy in my terms…nothing like the real level of business you ‘normal’ folk manage that I’d never keep up with. The death of the queen, upsetting news for my partners family, our daughters birthday and a sharp increase in my pain (including a pressureContinue reading “The Red Box and the Green Fox”

The jigsaw we didn’t expect has no instructions and never ends 🧩

When we finally had the joy of becoming parents, we were so thrilled and relieved that the years of heartache were over, we didn’t care about whatever the future might toss our way. The circle of 4 we wanted to create was finally whole, with 2 loved-up parents, a dog and the girl we’d we’dContinue reading “The jigsaw we didn’t expect has no instructions and never ends 🧩”

Grief, resurrected

My grief is heavy. It’s heavy every day from the minute I wake up to the second I drift off again. It sits on my shoulders always, but from time to time it’s quiet and I’ll forget for a bit, then out of nowhere I’ll be reminded of the space that exists, the space theyContinue reading “Grief, resurrected”

Hats

You’re a wearing a hat. Yes, you. You’ve got a hat on right now, even if you don’t realise it, even if you don’t like hats. I imagine you in a deerstalker with the obligatory pipe too. And now you’re frowning, creating thick lines above your eyebrows as you wonder what the fu*k I’m onContinue reading “Hats”

Selected for Childrens Mental Health Week

It’s always a wonderful thing to have a successful Short Story that wins or gets selected for a competition. In the Secret Attic Weekly Write last week (week 5) my story was the first selected entry, and I was absolutely thrilled. The story itself, including the difficult content and the timeframe of submission, was probablyContinue reading “Selected for Childrens Mental Health Week”