Wow. So I have uploaded two posts on here this morning, planned my diary for the week ahead, spoke to some luscious humans who have been super kind and lovely, AND I have a face full of makeup and am actually feeling quite healthy and "well", in preparation for going our for a treat family … Continue reading SEVERAL INCHES TALLER



I am SO happy to be blogging today. Blogging- I have missed you! I am LOVING including guest posts on Summer Starts to Shine and am getting as much pleasure (if not more pleasure) from sharing the writing of other lovely people; but this morning I need to write just for me. Writing is how … Continue reading WHEN WE ARE THE CROP


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 at one with that sound The hurt sits concealed and contained under our sagging skin No one … Continue reading LONELINESS: THE QUIETEST EXPOSION

UNICORN sparkle *

I'm high. I'm low. I'm fast. I'm slow. I soar, then I'm grounded and stuck fast. Free as a bird, until the cage door clinks shut. Sociable butterfly meets reclusive hermit. Introvert who can extrovert like the best of them on red letter occasions. Sure, I'll help support you..... wait, this is TOO much. Hope evaporates. Storm clouds … Continue reading UNICORN sparkle *


What is the arena exactly? The arena has two alternate meanings.. One-the arena is a public place. Two- the arena is the place where people with mental health difficulties gather.  Usually one meaning applies or the other...but in my case, currently both apply. I live with mental health difficulties (as do many) AND I am increasingly … Continue reading IN THE ARENA


Tidying the house you came into my mind Pathways well trodden, easy to find Christmas is coming, celebrations near I'm a mum now myself but still knotted with pain & fear Mum, I felt it just now. I felt you there Thinking of me, but not with good cheer What do you feel on this … Continue reading TO MUM x


  If depression were a choice, I wouldn't be up at 5.21am posting due to depression-related insomnia. If depression were a choice, when I'd have first tasted depression at the age of sixteen I'd have realised "depression wasn't for me", and I would have refused to accept this unwanted, numbing and hellish intrusion into my life any more. If … Continue reading #IF DEPRESSION WERE A CHOICE