Tag: reflections

Love for the little things in life- love your pencil ❤️🎨

Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life. Throughout life so far, I’ve tended to notice an unexpected trend, which has made itself known to me, despite extenuated hype surrounding the ‘thing’ in question, it really does seem to be the case that the ‘bigger’ the thing it is, in life, … Continue reading Love for the little things in life- love your pencil ❤️🎨 →

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 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 →

‘Do you need money’?

God, doesn’t the sight of it just make you mad you can’t just reach into this still image and grab it, so you can heat your home? I stumbled upon an interesting question posted by a group on Facebook called ‘Humble Quote’. The question: ‘Answer This QuestionWithoutSaying, Yeah, Yea, Yo, Yes, Yah, Yup, Yap, Yep,'DO … Continue reading ‘Do you need money’? →

“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

Faded

The haunt, which hangs in the air like unspent static, is the fear of time, and purpose wasted. Everyday which goes by, without a routine, can … Faded

To be ‘different’ is not a ‘burden’

I was inspired to write this after stumbling upon a post which caught my attention from another page, a facebook page called Just Me’s Mental Health. Link to this page: (https://www.facebook.com/justmementalhealth) It was a post with this image: Credit to Just Me’s Mental Health Facebook post I unreservedly gave the post a ‘like’, and felt … Continue reading To be ‘different’ is not a ‘burden’ →

When memories whisper consolation to you…

Where do I turn? When memories come back to you, like a guiding flashlight, rejoice in the guidance they can offer you, through remembering a distant time ago, before your sense of direction became scrambled by adversity. Back in 2018 I sat out at dusk, upon my mother’s patio, hidden within the trees, and those … Continue reading When memories whisper consolation to you… →

‘Terrorism’ and the epic waste

I am sick of ‘Terrorism’. Terrorism being an essentially contested concept, as with all the ‘isms’ of the human and cultural eras, political contexts… Terrorism and the epic waste Above is a link and this is yet another re-blog of mine, I wrote this original post about six years ago. I believe it is relevant … Continue reading ‘Terrorism’ and the epic waste →

Salvaging the sails

This is another re-blog of a post I wrote on my old blog, and for fear of repeating myself about certain topics I’ve had experiences with in life, I decided that actually, it serves as a reminder that recovery truly is a journey that takes time over many years, usually. This is not a bad … Continue reading Salvaging the sails →

Time to live

Why I’m writing again, how I remembered that the ‘time to live’ (not merely exist or survive), was now. Finding freedom from adversity in life also helped me find my pen. Let’s get writing!

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’ →

Shattered pieces fit when minds insist shards shall mend

The state of my affairs would frighten even the bravest of souls, if they set their eyes upon the picture which sums things up. Glittering, blades of the broken parts shining like crystals, grab your attention, then ignite flickers of anxiety, what are you supposed to do, are you required to tidy up the mess … Continue reading Shattered pieces fit when minds insist shards shall mend →