Step it up a notch

Trigger Warning- References to suicide and self harm, this is a poem I wrong months and months ago before today, when I found it in saved drafts, I decided to publish it, due to the poignance and the power of the ; and it’s meaning, and significance, worth and hope…

I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my ‘self’…

Am I ‘allowed’ to post about NOT being ALRIGHT?💙‘It’s okay not to be okay’💚 I wonder why I felt as though this even had to be considered a question… self doubt’s reliable ‘on’ switch, quickly reminded me, as the champion over thinker I am, YES- clearly, self doubt might be pulling too many of my … Continue reading I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my ‘self’… →

Absolutely no chance do I ‘trust my instincts’!

Do you trust your instincts? Would YOU trust this person’s instincts!? Exactly as I thought- NOT A CHANCE 🤣 Seriously though, no I do not trust my instincts! I maybe once thought I could, and subsequently made the error of trusting them in years gone by… But if only you could see the train wreck … Continue reading Absolutely no chance do I ‘trust my instincts’! →

Flashbacks come, and flashbacks go. Just like imprints, in the snow.

Poem ‘Imprints in the snow’ A reflective piece inspired and triggered by experiences of C-PTSD, recovery, flashbacks, memories, and resilience.

“Disarming the Adversary: Unmasking Covert Narcissistic Tactics”

Credit for image to Linda CJ Turner In the intricate world of the pathological covert narcissistic personality, passive-aggressive tactics take center stage as tools for manipulation, … “Disarming the Adversary: Unmasking Covert Narcissistic Tactics” Credit to: Linda CJ Turner Healingfromestrangement.Wordpress.com Link for Linda’s website

The 13 year long ‘party’

Oh fuck. One way to give a good review… I may have just realised, I believe… That it may well be the case that I am in this position and circumstance in life today, because of the fact that I never did in fact go to bed, after that rave, in Sheffield, whereupon I took … Continue reading The 13 year long ‘party’ →