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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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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
4 Years Ago: Why Did You Die? Guilt, Regret and Sadness.
I’m not sure what I’m doing with this blog post, I want to just avoid the horrible thoughts that this date brings, I want to pretend I don’t feel a […]
4 Years Ago: Out of Touch, Rogue Cow and Runes
“One ought to hold on to one’s heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.” Nietzsche 1883 It feels longer than four years […]
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 […]
6 Years Ago: People in Pain and Dangerous Hope.
“Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation.” Thomas De Quincey 1845 […]
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