My Aunty has died. For a moment all I could hear was white noise. And my world, which has been feeling more and more like an empty space, closing in on me these past months, has become even smaller. I can't breathe. I've lived with depression all my life. But I'm used to
Right now I am thinking about the unconventional therapist who first, offered me her pot of yellow roses, then insisted on her beautiful cactus. "You have to bring them back to me," she said, "you have to promise," and I cannot forget the look in her eyes. Humans. Bizarre, intriguing and beautifully
I get why people like Christmas. I really do. People celebrate family, love, and togetherness. It's supposedly the 'happiest time of the year.' But for many people, Christmas can be a difficult time. An emotional roller-coaster that takes off whether or not we want it to. The media inundates us with images of
*Warning* this post may contain triggers. It was three years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. The year I persistently tried to end my life. I always say, it’s strange the things one remembers. I live with fibromyalgia which causes a range of cognitive impairments including problems remembering. I forget
Read my guest post on life with C-PTSD featured on Lucky Otter's Haven.