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 […]
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11 Years Ago: Sex Work Secrets of Gypsy Me. Navigating trauma in all the wrong ways.
These photos are from exactly 11 years ago, I was unsettled and moving about lots, staying at friends houses and in holiday cottages, desperately trying to find somewhere to settle […]
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 […]
5 Years Ago: Methadone Me, Recovery and Pastures New
” All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we […]
7 Years Ago: Historic Sexual Abuse by Teacher
“Wisdom comes with winters” Oscar Wilde Being dependant on heroin at this stage in my life did have it’s uses. Heroin cooled my emotional experience, it allowed me to disclose […]
9 Years Ago: Homeless, Heroin & Harm.
Notes from Journals July 2011 The decomposed body of a homeless guy was discovered at a derelict church in East the Water. The newspaper made a point of saying a […]
10 Years Ago: Heroin Experiments
The first time I tried heroin was not an accident, I had been searching for a solution for some time. I was looking for something to cushion my reality, to […]
11 Years Ago: Sex Work Stories & Escaping Me.
I’m continuing my journey back through the last eleven years, as eleven years ago my life changed, My mum had passed away and I was in the process of having […]
Heroin Me: Photos & My Reason to Live
My dog Charlie features in all my photo collections over the last thirteen years, he’s been the constant in my life, and without meaning to sound dramatic, he gave me […]
Photo Memories: Heroin Me
Looking through these photo’s I’m reminded of how much I loved to capture things, even in the midst of addiction I wanted to record life, and not just the happy […]
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