6 Years Ago: Guilty
I’m shocked that it was only six years ago, so much has happened since then, it feels impossible it could all be crammed in to six years. That’s true for […]
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6 Years Ago: Trials of Truth
“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act” George Orwell Yesterday was a day of remembrance on so many levels, I joined the two minute […]
Trauma: Addictions Best Friend.
A new phase of life has begun, I’m thankful to have secured a job working in the substance misuse sector, something I’ve been keen to return to after a break. […]
6 Years Ago: Witness Support and Self-Medication.
I’ve not written for a while as I’ve been busy making changes to my life that I hope will meet my needs for meaningful activity, stimulation and connection whilst also […]
5 Years Ago: My Own Rehab, My Own Mountain.
“ We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.” Ursula K Le Guin – US […]
6 Years Ago: Worse than Myra Hindley? Heroin and Truth.
Wednesday 15th October 2014 On the train returning from seeing a client in Reading. We stayed in a luxury suite at The Great Western Railway Hotel in Reading centre. The […]
7 Years Ago: Sex Work Scare and Spiritual Recovery.
I’m continuing to review journals as I work on completing my memoir, the suggestions and advice of my editor has been incredibly valuable and I’m slowly working through it and […]
8 Years Ago: Birthday Dog, Spiritual High from the Junkie Journals.
I woke abruptly and my first thought was that it was Charlie’s thirteenth birthday. I immediately felt brighter than the last few weeks which had all been a shade of […]
9 Years Ago: Sudden Truths and the Killer in Me.
Sunday 9th October 2011 Early morning at Kipling Terrace, I am tired but didn’t want to miss out on the peace and calm of the morning, I enjoy my thinking […]
10 Years Ago: In Search of Meaning and Space to be Kind. For All Who Care.
I’ve been attempting to inspire some change in my current state, my depression is persistent and cumbersome and has made it’s way into my physical being. I feel heavy, tired […]
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