separation
Life and the End of my 20's.
Tomorrow I turn 30. It seems like a really big deal. 30 feels like a real "grown up" age. Like it's time to really knuckle down and be that adult that you have to now be. My 20's have been cool. I've spend the whole of my 20's married, I had jobs that I loved, jobs that I hated, I tried hard to have a relationship with my dad which I w…
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mental health
The Replacement
When my dad left us I worried about how my brother would take it, more than how I would. Despite it always being me and my dad as part of a team and my mum and my brother, I couldn't help but to think that a boy needs his dad, a male role model and a male figure there for him. It's all a bit of a haze now. We both reacted in different ways and other things t…
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Your Babies
I remember you telling me about a dream you had. Where you woke up in the morning upset because your babies had gone. I don't want to talk too much about the dream, because it's personal of course, but it was almost like you had the realisation that your babies were now grown up. You always say that although we are adults we are still your children, and …
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mental health
Lost With Broken Fingers
This has always been my outlet. My therapy. My place to go when I need to go somewhere. It's always felt quite natural, quite simple. Open laptop. Look at screen. Type. Some posts I sit and focus on what I'm reading, and others I just let myself type. And then post. And read afterwards. Those are the therapy type posts. But recently, it all seems a bit …
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travel
TT2015 Diary: The Mountain
As she sat on the back of the bike she couldn't help but to feel a bit scared. There's already an overwhelming vulnerable feeling being on a motorbike. No seat belt, nothing holding you on. Her hands were gripped, tight, to the bar behind her. She couldn't hold on any tighter. Her brother was in control of the bike. Up until this point she didn't…
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