I am and will be the ‘Me’ that never was imagined.I am the ‘Me’ that’s emerged from the ashes of pain.
Moods
Grief and fibromyalgia 2.0
Conversations with anxiety – Oct 2018
A November ‘how are you?’ & letting mindfulness centre you
Dear younger self…
Promises that must be kept
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
