Monthly Archives: March 2015
The Faces of Depression. #SmileSelfie
Posted on March 31, 2015 21 Comments
We have been known to suffer with Depression. We dance, we sing, we play, we laugh, we live and we work very hard every day to survive. We are depressed. I guess this must also mean we have ‘Mental Health Issues.’ We have become accustomed to the labelling. The stigma. Sometimes in the darkest of […]
Maggie Hitchin. I told you I’d write about you.
Posted on March 26, 2015 3 Comments
‘You are only 25 once.’ Those were the last words she spoke and then she died. She released my hand, exhaled loudly and her head fell softly on to the pillow. It was not as romantic as I am making it sound. I shit myself. I have never seen anyone die and it was a […]
Jack be Nimble.
Posted on March 19, 2015 3 Comments
I forgot Wee Willy Winky. It was 7 am and we were leaving the house for school. It was still dark, it was freezing outside, I was holding 3 bags, a toasted cheese sandwich, a water bottle and my house keys. My tights were falling down, my not quite dry hair was clinging to my […]
This is Parenting.
Posted on March 10, 2015 7 Comments
I hesitated. 999. I need to dial 999. I was stood by the front door, away from them. My heart was hammering out of my chest, the ringing in my ears was becoming unbearable, my eyes were watering, as I seemed unable to even blink, and my brain had just stopped dead, unable to cope […]
If God was a Carrot.
Posted on March 3, 2015 6 Comments
‘Mummy, did you make me out of spare parts?’ I’ve had a few questions like this recently. He is becoming more inquisitive about where he was made, how he got out of my belly and exactly what God’s role is in everything. ‘Mummy, if taxi drivers think they own the road, but they don’t, is […]
Reality Bites.
Posted on March 2, 2015 3 Comments
I was shaking like a shitting dog. My pupils must have been dilated, I couldn’t stop licking my lips and I know my face was as white as a sheet as I could feel all of the blood that had recently drained from it, sloshing about in my feet as I struggled to place one […]
