Over the past, oh I don’t know, decade maybe, I have become really ranty. Friends, family and those of you who have followed me for some time in my other blogs will know this. I can’t quite decide if this is cultural, or perhaps an age thing, or perhaps a social media thing. Probably the…
Category: MENTAL ILLNESS
A sense of place
Sitting at my desk in my craft room, making some cards for some friends, radio playing in the background, my thoughts turn to what it means to have a sense of place and with it a sense of belonging. I am transported to age 8 when I am catapulted from our small 2-up, 2-down council…
The Contract
“You’re not actually going to paint that?” “That’s exactly what I am going to do.” “It’s sacrilegious. It’s covering up beautiful timber.” There was nothing beautiful about this piece. The coffee table just sat there – worn, weather beaten from being outside for too long – as we discussed its merits. It was a dirty…
Worm
Hello little Worm. It’s been a while. I see you burying deep in the synapses of my brain. Thoughts on a loop. I can feel the darkness setting in. The pain, the hopelessness, the fear. Mostly the fear. I wonder how it would be if we had felt loved. Some shred of warmth. Would you…
Recovery is a dish best served cold.
{I wrote this post a few weeks ago. I’ve been immersed in my recovery and have not wanted to share this yet. I’m ready now. A few posts regarding my recovery – from alcoholism, addiction and depression – will be following shortly. What is important is that there is light at the end of the tunnel….
How much are you worth?
How much is one person worth? Such a loaded question. A person is worth a lot, an awful lot. Each of us is worth everything to someone. But I am not sure putting a monetary price on our worth, as is the current trend to justify charging exorbitant fees for a service, is really doing…
Learnings
I am returned. A new woman, a changed woman, a stronger woman. I am returned a woman more aware of her essence. I am a returned woman full of awareness, and rawness, and understanding of the lifelong work I have before me. I don’t quite yet know how to find the words that adequately describe…
Goodbye and hello – a journey to the light
“I feel like such a failure”. I’m sitting opposite my friend. We are having coffee. She wanted to see me before I go away. I haven’t told a lot of people about me going away, even though it is here on my blog. Telling the wider world doesn’t feel as personal somehow, though a few…
The family gathering
I pick up the phone and make the call. “Hey Pumpkin, it’s mom. Dad and I have something we would like to tell you. Can you come over at 8:30, just on your own.” Miss J and R have a friend over to stay but this isn’t something I want to tell them. For now,…
The phone call that starts a journey to recovery
I look at the phone. I pick it up. I put it down. I pace. I pick it up again. “Sarah, you need to make the call.” Mr C had said. Tears trickled down my cheeks. “I’m not that bad,” I plead, “I don’t need this. I can manage, I am FINE!” When I grew…