I wrote a blog about this years ago, and it’s time for a reminder - for me, and for you, perhaps... I have always been one for extremes, and you might throw “well that’s why you got a diagnosis of bipolar”, but before that was ever on the table, I sensed it from my numerology, given that I have 3 eights - 08.08.81. The appearance of the eights/the infinity sign in one’s DOB may or may not highlight something to you, depending on your beliefs, but for me, it was a sign of a ex

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...