Before I get right into writing this blog post and continuing my dark tale, I want to remind myself as much as my readers why I am writing this story. This is not a 'poor me' story, it's about honouring the dark places I have been and appreciating the glorious light that was always and …
The aftermath of the storm
I didn't have to ask how my mother had died, I knew how. Deep down, I even knew why. She was dead because she wanted to be. Knowing why, deep down, was not something that stopped me asking why. Why fight to get us back only to choose to leave us? Why now? Why couldn't …
At what age does life begin?
I had my first girls holiday before going back to my second year of sixth form- Gran Canaria. I was so disorganised that my passport didn’t arrive until the day before we flew! I could not live like that now. My mother did what she could to help with spending money and holiday clothes as I …
Self Preservation to Self Love 