I used to roll my eyes at people who were bereft with grief. Yup, gulp. I did. Why? Because for a while in my life, I was so shut off from my heart, having spent years copying and masking others to “join in” and not be boring/serious/insert-other-socially-denied-feeling-state, that I’d cut off from my heart, and my capacity to grieve. My first experience was losing my Grandma, age 7. I remember crying in the bottom bunkbed in our caravan on our land in West Wales, our usual h

This week I stopped. I had a Sunday Monday, and continued in that vein the rest of the week. I’d planned a complete rest day on Sunday,...

We’d enjoyed a lovely pre-birthday weekend with friends, camping and eating together and kayaking trip along the Wye. I was happy yet...

2007 was a Year of Change I was living in a home I hadn’t wanted to live in, forced to move when my kind ex landlord wanted to sell his...

Winter 2005 The winter had been challenging after a heady summer of parties and festivals, the first where I’d actually offered something...

Before university, I went through the clearing process. In the UK, it’s a system that means if you don’t get into your chosen university...

When I was around seven, I had a moment which could only be described as a mystical or psychic vision. Time slowed down, and my world...

On the eve of publishing of my first solo book “Who called you Crazy? You’re having a Spiritual Awakening!” (out on 8th August) I’m sat...