4 Years Ago: Writing to Heal
I was so excited this morning to wake and know that I had a whole day to spend at home alone. I stood for ages watching the birds in the […]
Author Archives: poppyshell81
5 Years Ago: For My Recovery Worker.
This is a bittersweet journal entry to review as I discovered that the person who was key to my recovery from opiate dependency and addiction has recently passed away. I’m […]
6 Years Ago: Preparing for Sex Abuse Trial
I’m still in this strange emotional void and my depression feels heavy and burdensome. When I feel like this I’m tempted to stay inside and avoid all contact with others, […]
7 Years Ago: Living With Trauma and Making Memories.
It would be a disservice to others and myself to write about how I feel in the present as my reactions are those of a trauma informed perspective which is […]
8 Years Ago: If Things Were Different
It’s very odd not writing everyday after a solid six months of daily output in some form or another. I accepted it as necessary as I was starting work in […]
9 Years Ago: Sex Work Secrets and Social Observations.
I’ve not been writing as regularly as I’ve started working two new jobs. It’s been a strange couple of weeks as I’d become used to my routine of writing, walking, […]
10 Years Ago: The Road to Addiction
I’m hesitant about writing this journal entry, as with other entries I worry that those people involved may take offence or I may cause them confusion or doubt. My journals […]
11 Years Ago: Breaking Down and Letting Go
Eleven years ago I was in the process of breaking down, my mums death in February 2009 had released previously repressed trauma and I was struggling to come to terms […]
3 Years Ago: Abstinence, Substance Free Sex and the Reluctant Role Model
After struggling with my grief over Marcel I was a bit lost for a while. All the hopes and plans of publishing a memoir got put on hold, it wasn’t […]
4 Years Ago: Overdose, Shame and the Blame Game
The photo’s above are all taken during my time with Marcel, I’m not sure if our life was the life that people expect heroin addicts to have. I suppose the […]
