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…
Tag: mental wellness
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…
Letting go, breathing deep
I wake up feeling groggy. Mr C’s alarm goes off. A new day, a new year, and work begins again. I have not slept well. I have not been sleeping well for the longest time. Late to sleep, early to rise. Not enough sleep. By a long margin. I am fatigued, groggy, unproductive. I grab…
Don’t put baby in a single box!
At the party on New Year’s Eve, I got chatting to a woman who I had met a few times before but whom I didn’t know all that well. After chatting for a while, she said to me, “You’re such a homemaker! I can tell it comes naturally to you.” The comment took me a…
Writing every day for mental wellness
Today is the start of a brand new year. I’ve woken up feeling exceedingly uncomfortable, but in a (sort of) good way. Last night we went to Clover Cottage with some friends for New Years’ Eve. Clover Cottage is a restaurant in Berwick. Or rather they were a restaurant. Apparently, they have been there for forty…
From the Winter of Discontent to the Spring of Living
I sat there staring at the screen. A curious little creature stared back at me. Hands clasped together, in the shape of a gun, pointing at me. Pew! Pew! Pew! Die Bitch! The words stung me, as if I was staring down the actual barrel of a gun. This was my website four weeks ago. I…
The chrysalis of life
I’m undergoing a change. It’s been an awfully long time coming. Slow, like a snail, gliding, unfurling and expanding inside my brain. It feels like I have been in a chrysalis for so long now. As I break my way to the surface, I find myself unsteady, wobbly even, with my new emerging wings. It…