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PTSD

I WISH YOU COULD…

I wish you could be exactly the person I wanted. I wish you could be here right now. I wish you could comb your fingers gently through my hair, and tease out the tangled mess in my brain and heart... Continue Reading →

RIGHT TO REPLY

I decided to write this post for a number of reasons. This past week has been horrendously difficult, upsetting, psychologically threatening and downright overwhelmingly frightening and unsafe in places. This post is my attempt to sum it all up. It's a really... Continue Reading →

A RIGHT BOBBY DAZZLER *TW

TW- Post openly discusses themes of suicidality and self-harm. Only read if you feel appropriately strong to manage your feelings about this. For the benefit of my international followers- in England we say "a right bobby dazzler" when something has... Continue Reading →

WELLNESS BECOMES ILLNESS *TW

*Trigger warning- Post contains suicidal themes. I got sidetracked from my original plan of taking the summer off blogging. The lure of blogging called me back. But sometimes you just have to accept you've gone off track in quite a big... Continue Reading →

POST-LONDON SHARPIE RELEASE

I couldn't write my feelings, so I scribbled them out in sharpie instead... 😔 Post-publishing note* I was not intending to break my blog holiday rule, but these sharpies had to be published for my sanity! I'm going to London... Continue Reading →

WHAT IS MAD & AM I IT?

Am I mad? And what is madness anyway? How do you define yourself? Do you fit into the category of 'mad'? What does madness mean to you? Does that determine whether or not you are mad? 'Mad' is a word that is has... Continue Reading →

TRIGGER (UN)-HAPPY

If you have a PTSD diagnosis as I have- one thing you'll be intimately familiar with is the whole concept of triggers. Triggers are what turn you in an instant from 'ok', to PTSD'ed up to the max. PTSD is... Continue Reading →

REAL LIFE?

Has anyone seen real life? I think I must have mislaid it down the back of the sofa or something, because I can't for the life of me locate real life. Real life has become unreal chaos. I am busy. Not... Continue Reading →

SLEEPY ON MARGARITA 

Blogging has taken a back seat this week, and in many ways, so have I. What I am trying to do is relentlessly carve out a pathway forward and stride on with purpose and conviction. I imagine myself as a sassy volunteer... Continue Reading →

Post-Traumatic SPARKLE

Everyone has heard of PTSD. But not everyone had heard of PTSS (most probably because I literally just made it up!). On my email signature I describe myself as a 'mental health blogger of post-traumatic sparkle' @summerstartstoshine etc, and ''PTSS' is... Continue Reading →

LONELINESS: THE QUIETEST EXPOSION

Loneliness is the quietest explosion you'll ever [not] hear It explodes peacefully in never-ending waves; breaking against the shoreline of our hearts There is no sound of exploding on the outside The sound is all on the inside We are alone and... Continue Reading →

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BRA/MOOD CORRELATIONS

This is a post about the correlation of mood and bra wearage [based on extensive contemplation lasting literally MINUTES). My bra is my barometer. It is my mood BRA-ometer, if you like ;) I can tell a lot about my... Continue Reading →

WHEN YOU ARE THE DARKNESS

What to do when you are the darkness?  Do you rid the world of your darkness..... By removing yourself? Separation of the bond between person and the glue of society. Stickiness un-peeled. Strings in the orchestra reveal the emotion of... Continue Reading →

MOMENT TO MOMENT

I haven't been in the usual routine today. Why? It is un-seasonally hot in England today. Ergo my fellow tiny island dwellers, including me, go bonkers. We are not accustomed to such high temperatures, especially in the coastal bit I live... Continue Reading →

COFFEE & COMFORTS

This is a 'where I'm at' post. Because I'm not entirely sure quite where I am, so am hoping the writing process will allow me to grasp the nettle and see my way through the fog, and all equivalent metaphorical jazz.... Continue Reading →

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