I had a bit of an emotional morning, after an emotional Thursday night and then a really strained day at work yesterday. I was OK, really, just wobbly and extremely tired. I have definitely been worse, and I’m sure other people are dealing with a lot more, and a lot worse. This week has been…… Continue reading A shout-out to all my wonderful friends- a soppy post as I consider how very lucky I am..
I think the correct name for this venue is actually now The O2 Brixton, but I will forever call it Brixton Academy because that was what it was called when I used to go their regularly for gigs back in the early early noughties. It’s my favourite venue for live music. The Academy holds about…… Continue reading A bittersweet gig- Incubus at the Brixton Academy
So I am writing this post directly after publishing the last one. It Sunday, Ru and I are having a day in and I wanted to get some writing done today as I’m working Mon-Friday next week, and won’t be around on Saturday at all. I am just getting back into the WordPress mindset, and…… Continue reading Daring to dream; a confession.
In learning how deeply entrenched and rigid my own ideas of support work and Social Work were, I came to accept that there are other ways of approaching these roles, and other ways to approach the task of helping a client reach independence and higher levels of resilience. I also came to accept that when…… Continue reading Nine months as a Support Worker, and a fairly steep learning curve (part 4)
If your fantasies could become realised- if all you had to do was crawl back inside your minds eye, (why decide) Would you follow desire, would you let go of the status quo; would you follow a thought pattern far below and dare to remain there, dare to wait, dare to stare back straight into the…… Continue reading Why decide
I’ve spent the last nine months working with a great team of people. We make up a floating support team in South West London who work with people at risk of homelessness, but who are currently maintaining tenancies. Many of my colleagues have done this job for years: they were out and about helping homeless…… Continue reading Nine months as a Support Worker, and a fairly steep learning curve (part 2)
Thirteen years ago I was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia and hospitalised. I was assigned a social worker and a community psychiatric nurse, who then worked with me for about five years. They were part of the Early Intervention in Psychosis unit, and shouldn’t have worked with me for longer than about a year, but because…… Continue reading Nine months as a Support Worker, and a fairly steep learning curve
It was beautifully sunny as I walked into work today. I left Ru at Caterham, as he had an annual leave day and was planning on shacking up at Costa and getting some words written, and took the train to East Croydon as I do every morning. I just made the 7.28 train, a bonus…… Continue reading Musings on a beautiful Friday morning!
My laughter bites and my smile snares; I can enclose an entire room with the sweep of my gaze and men have been known to run away howling. I am a witch and my bones are connected to the cold rock and trailing ivy. I walk hunched like a crooked woman, crouched like a…… Continue reading Witch
I am fascinated by the idea of ‘different worlds;’ the different environments which people live in, but also the different ways in which people view the world. I suppose the easiest way to think about this is to put an optimist next to a pessimist, and ask each of them to describe the scene in…… Continue reading WordPress and the world (2)