I’m so bored with ‘popular girl’ blogs.‘Oh look at us, we’re so positive, light-hearted, accomplished, thin, beautiful, rich and HEY WE’RE ONLY 23 AND YOU CAN ACHIEVE THIS TOO! What, you haven’t achieved this? It’s your fault, you’re not being positive enough. Read our Top Ten Lists of How to Achieve Absolutely Anything, Drink more... Continue Reading →
Oh Smudge. You were only four years old. My cute, black-and-white, polydactyl weirdo of a cat. When first I saw you, you were a teeny, 5-week-old kitty. Too small really to have been taken from your mother. Left outside to die in cold January conditions, in a cardboard box with your brothers and sister. You... Continue Reading →
I went to the shops today. Wow, you're thinking. Big deal. Well, frankly, given the way I've been feeling lately, it really is. I'm actually glad I didn't run into anyone, as I would have heard, 'Hey! Nice to see you out and about! You're looking really well. You must be getting better.' This friendly... Continue Reading →
It's arguably my worst habit. I started when I was a small child. It makes some people feel sick when they see it or hear it. It's not a habit normally associated with a small and relatively feminine woman, more the trait of a large, muscled gangster giving his knuckles a good pop before beating... Continue Reading →
It's time to write about things OTHER THAN DEPRESSION - GASP! I won't pretend I'm better or not still down, but I'm getting anxious to write about different topics in the hope that focusing on other passions will help me. It will certainly help my writing, at any rate. I won't abandon the depression files... Continue Reading →
It's the most important and least valued job you can ever have. Calling it a job is, in fact, an insult. It is a calling, even if you didn't realise that at the time. You will fight and kill and die for your children. They are your future, the continuation of your line, and the... Continue Reading →
Over half a year. The modern world says I should have moved on. I should be ecstatic to be single and enthusiastically embracing my new life. I cannot. Every time I hear your name, every time I see your picture, the tears begin anew. I cry for the loss of the future we could have... Continue Reading →
I draw nothing but beautiful faces and figures. My own is showing the signs of age. I was never beautiful, and I defy all those who would tell me otherwise. What I was was pretty. Pretty enough to get by, and certainly photogenic. I'm still photogenic. I can take a nice picture in a decent... Continue Reading →
I found out that I had contracted flu, which had turned into pneumonia extremely fast. I had then developed a wonderful complication called ARDS. Also known historically as 'shock lung', your lungs basically fill with fluid and stop moving. It has a fairly high mortality rate, and from what I have read since joining support... Continue Reading →
