I’ve not been feeling well recently, and not in the physical way; in more of an emotional way. I’ve not been feeling up to participating in life, my joy in anything and everything has been dwindling, my eyes have been feeling that bit more watery and I’ve had a seething anger burning at the backContinue reading “Love with nowhere to go”
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The date I held on to
I awoke the morning of 24th January 2020 from a near sleepless night. Every dream I had was that I had slept in, and each dream more believable than the last. I had two plans that morning: head to a nearby town to meet my friends for a coffee, and the other was to buyContinue reading “The date I held on to”
If This Is Happiness…
Over the last week I’ve felt like a different person, like a switch has been flicked and I’ve been able to do things, go places and enjoy life. I’ve felt happy. Now, I know all of us here know I’m depressed. I near enough write about it every week! (And yet you keep coming backContinue reading “If This Is Happiness…”
A Plaster For The Day
I’m exactly where I said I wouldn’t be. Where, you ask? Well, here, on my blog. I planned to take a week off, get away from social media and writing for a week. I even spent an evening on Canva creating an Instagram post saying I would be gone for the week as of today;Continue reading “A Plaster For The Day”
The anger that comes with grief.
Grief. It’s a horrible thing. It’s lonely, it’s sad, and nothing can prepare you for how it will feel, because everyone experiences something different and for different lengths of time. I’ve experienced grief before, I’ve lost Grandparents, my Aunty and Uncle and many pets, but no loss has ever hit me quite like losing myContinue reading “The anger that comes with grief.”
My wings.
‘Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness yet still become something beautiful.’ – Beau Taplin After all the loss and grief I’ve experienced over the last year, my life feels as if it’s filled with gaping holes from what was, or was meant to be. I’m satContinue reading “My wings.”
The path back to July.
When it comes to writing my weekly blog post, I usually start the week with the idea of what I want to write, then I will sit and write it and post it on the same day. But this week it didn’t really go as planned. I had my subject, I knew what I wantedContinue reading “The path back to July.”
Gwen Richards 