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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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

COMFORT WHEN DISTURBED

One of the biggest insults that can be colloquially hurled at someone in conversation; sometimes as a unfunny joke, and sometimes with rancid bitterness is, "you're psychologically disturbed!"- usually meaning broadly that you are 'crazy', 'off your rocker', 'unbalanced', 'abnormal', 'socially bonkers',... Continue Reading →

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FUNDRAISING FOR MY MIND

I am aware of mental health. There is no more aware of it I personally need to get myself. I blog about it daily. However I volunteer for my local mental health charity to raise awareness and destigmatise mental health disorders for... 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 →

HEART OF TERROR

I didn't think I'd be writing this kind of post today. Half asleep and still dozy I was alerted out of my sleepy stupor by a sudden groan of my husband. What. WHAT? I asked urgently. My PTSD brain immediately... Continue Reading →

POST-TRAVEL HUM

I hear the hum of the aircraft, still ringing in my ears, The roar of the car barely hides the rumble of my fears. Back home now to safety. Duvet pulled up, I'm smothered, My silent melancholy, proved not so... Continue Reading →

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