REMEMBERING THE ROUTE TOWARDS THE ‘UP’

SNIPPETS OF THOUGHT ‘This too shall pass’ -Retrieved from my first blog, where I originally wrote and published this- March 30th 2017- DANCINGWITHENVELOPES Over this last week, it became increasingly apparent that I was moving forwards from Depression. I suddenly had feelings again, I wasn’t under a bell jar, my surroundings were inviting me to … Continue reading REMEMBERING THE ROUTE TOWARDS THE ‘UP’ →

Salvaging the sails

This post was originally published on my earlier blog- dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- On January 19th 2019 Writing this post has taken me a great deal of courage. However, as does every day require courage, every hour that I continue to walk this path, towards recovery. Thus, if ‘practice makes perfect’, I have reasoned with myself, that it … Continue reading Salvaging the sails →

We do return, and we do recover

Narcotics Anonymous- Although I guess I’m sacrificing my own anonymity here amusingly… I’ll happily proclaim my own identity, with pride and nothing near shame. Never would I break the anonymity of anyone besides myself, that goes without saying! I’m sharing an update that I posted to a support group for fellow warriors of recovery from … Continue reading We do return, and we do recover →

Declaration against my defeat

No, ‘life’, you still haven’t stopped me. I might have been crushed, but I am a soul with the ‘chaos within to give rise to a dancing star‘ to quote Nietzsche, and my energy, compressed… apparently (I’ve noticed, after observing the survival of my intact soul, after countless afflictions, and attacks, have tried to dim … Continue reading Declaration against my defeat →

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 →

The sadness seen in the face of a recovering addict, post- ‘lapse’/‘relapse’

It may have only been ‘just one night’ where I found myself , having lost a colossal extent of self belief, motivation and hope, which ‘led me to using for the night’, but a ‘lapse’ is still technically a ‘relapse’, and it needs to be faced, head on, not hidden away from. To own your … Continue reading The sadness seen in the face of a recovering addict, post- ‘lapse’/‘relapse’ →

To all the lost, the survivors, the families the friends. My mental health is a journey, I too must pursue.

I want to take your hand in mine, then together, try and pull us through. A photo taken when i travelled in India… I think it fits well with the topic I realised it’s going to take more than just written words and spoken testimonies, which match like mirrors, the same actions others have tried … Continue reading To all the lost, the survivors, the families the friends. My mental health is a journey, I too must pursue. →

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’ →