When I was young they told me and the others not to fall in with the “bad crowd.” The “bad crowd” were the ones who did drugs and made up stories on street corners at night. The ones who did not finish their homework, and then challenged the teachers who punished them. The ones who…… Continue reading The “bad crowd”
So, anybody who has been watching relatively closely over the last month or so will have noticed that I have gone off the grid, so to speak. I had a manically productive phase which lasted about two weeks, and then, about three weeks ago, petered out to nothing. Since then I have been a stranger…… Continue reading A two week long absence explained.
So, as the title says- it’s been a good Tuesday. I’m slightly regretting pushing it so hard at the gym though, as I’m doing an outreach shift tonight so probably won’t get to bed before 1am. My legs are already beginning to feel a little bit stiff, and I have a feeling I’m gonna need a…… Continue reading Back on the book, burning 850 calories and doing an outreach shift- a highly productive Tuesday
He traces a finger across My collarbone- I shiver, my skin becomes electric and I blink like a live wire runs right through my body and he holds the power switch. My back arches and my pulse pounds, as I knowingly and willingly submit.
Overthinking: dissecting that which exists in the mind. Pulling thoughts this way and that way and this way and that way so that every which way and aspect and possibility is prodded and probed, weighed, quantified, qualified and picked apart like vultures picking at carrion. Thoughts are torn to pieces this way! They should be…… Continue reading Overthinking.. overthinking.. overthinking
Preparing to write- My fingers flex like little boxers making their way to the ring, bouncing up and down on the balls of their tiny feet, stretching and swigging water. In the opposite corner my brain reclines, languishing like a pro, confident in it’s electrical superiority. The bell chimes, and the fight begins. I stare…… Continue reading An epic battle (1)
(Continued from part 1..) As said, he was so enthusiastic and so outward going, I always felt a little overwhelmed by him. But we got talking, and when I told him about my illness, he turned round and told me that he had had exactly the same experience. He was probably in his mid 60’s,…… Continue reading A conversation about stigma (part 2)
