Merry Christmas to all hearts
It’s nearly Christmas, and my heart is going through the motions. For the first time in ever, I’ve set up Christmas lights in my living room, and got teary eyed whilst doing so, thinking about family, and old Christmases with my loved ones, who are no longer here. If you…
Grief hurts
The many sides of grief and their effects on the chronically ill A little over five years after my dear Ma passed away, I still often wake up with an aching in my chest, gasping for air. Like my Grampie, she frequents my dreams, and some days, like today, I…
Comforting, creamy pumpkin soup
When I was a child, my Grampie would often bring the most delicious pumpkins home from his little farm. I thought it was so cool that he would barter with his farmer friends, so he would come home with a smashing variety of organic fruit and veg. My Ma would…
How many more?
It’s another World Suicide Prevention Awareness Day. What has changed? Yet another person I love has been lost to this epidemic. I am so tired. Or numb, I’m not sure. And I cannot understand the persistent fear around talking about suicide. Not talking about it isn’t changing anything. People –…
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