Category: Bereavement

WRITER’S BLOCK

A.K.A Survivor’s Block Original publication from myself, on my previous blog, DANCINGWITHENVELOPES -July 22nd 2019- One tough year indeed that was! I chose to republish it today, as it still resonates quite hauntingly, although not all for the same reasons… This is no apology For loss of ravenous words to free I have been ‘unable’ … Continue reading WRITER’S BLOCK →

Why the fuck did I think that!?

Welcome to the end of another pretty ruthless year; 2024. This time last year, I felt a great deal more celebratory in this day, the birthday of Jesus Christ- 25th December…. I’d just been discharged from a hospital admission whereby my abusive ex partner had found out where I was feeling and staying in refuge … Continue reading Why the fuck did I think that!? →

Windows Open

And I looked up to the sky, and behold, a rainbow shone down like a prism of soul It is proclaimed: When a person passes indoors, be it a hospital ward, hospice, their own home, or any box of bricks creating confines of a building, the window must be opened, so as to allow the … Continue reading Windows Open →

The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they ‘fade’… My song which was not ‘my last’ after all.

One of the most heartbreaking songs I ever improvised, singing out what I genuinely believed to be my last goodbyes, feeling lost to the dark and dreadful lure of suicide, I found myself singing this song because I couldn’t say the words ‘help’ any louder than I already had been doing for years in my … Continue reading The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they ‘fade’… My song which was not ‘my last’ after all. →

s.o.s- saving our souls

Top tips for people in blips - saving yourself from suicide,
A work in progress I’m creating as I too, travel along this life’s journey 🌈❤️

This soul has seen enough. This time, I am saying my final goodbye.

The end of the road, a draft I have published too soon, about my mental health journey, and the consequences of abominable mental health failure in Hull, UK. Suicide- I’m not the only one.

Visiting your spirit, alone. My return to the Queens building of Castle Hill Hospital, where the lonely suitcase still haunts me.

No ordinary scene was visited this day. At last, and without any inch of hesitation stopping me from my march towards this destination, I adamantly and resolutely walked through those hospital grounds, nothing and nobody would have been able to stop me. The Queens building, Castle Hill Hospital. Oncology, breast care. It did not take … Continue reading Visiting your spirit, alone. My return to the Queens building of Castle Hill Hospital, where the lonely suitcase still haunts me. →

The perfect most meaningful tattoo, that I wish I could fund…

What tattoo do you want and where would you put it? This is an original creation of my late and dearly missed mother. I defy anyone to disagree with me that this wouldn’t make the most spectacular of tattoos. Obviously, the meaning and significance behind it is immense- It is an amazing creation from the … Continue reading The perfect most meaningful tattoo, that I wish I could fund… →

Tooting my own horn without shame 🎺🌈

Who is the most confident person you know? Guess my answer… The answer to this daily prompt question, asking, ‘who is the most confident person I know?’ Well, I reckon, that despite having had the privilege of meeting some incredibly confident people in my lifetime, and taking inspiration from the their unwavering shine, I find … Continue reading Tooting my own horn without shame 🎺🌈 →

Happy Mother’s Day, I miss you 💜

Your Art and your afterlife Art that I drew and revived for you. I finished the Heart and butterflies drawing just seconds after midnight turned into Mother’s Day. That’s good timing for me, I’m usually not the timekeeping master of the century. But you knew that anyway… ❤️ Happy Mother’s Day Mum…. I lit my … Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day, I miss you 💜 →

The warrior and the shield

Life can be tough, I’m sure we can all agree. Sure it’s got its beautiful moments and even years, too, but we go through life, and despite individual differences in specific circumstances, we are on a battlefield, always. You can’t afford to let your guard down, neither can you afford to simply hide away from … Continue reading The warrior and the shield →

Our last goodbye

I never, ever, thought I’d have to say goodbye to you, my Mum, so soon and so unexpectedly, unfairly and incomprehensibly, as I did. You were more than my world, you were more than an Art Teacher, Mother, Wife, last surviving sibling of the two, and daughter to your own parents. More than a friend, … Continue reading Our last goodbye →