Last night I was very nervous. I was reading my questionable quality poetry at an event of 50 people. Now, I have given presentations, talked, and performed poetry before in front of bigger audiences, but this was a very important occasion. I am always most nervous at situations that are of biggest importance to me. … Continue reading 20 years is a short time
Oh man, as hard as I try, I just cannot believe that there are such things as inherently bad people. Humans, I find, just aren't built like that. I went to a smart uni counselor around 12 years ago and she told me something I should probably tattoo on my forehead. 'Happy healthy people don't … Continue reading I’m such a humanist
A good philosopher starts with defining a concept. I am a good philosopher, so I know that every human has their own definition of any concept, and, whilst we can agree to a fixed definition when we want to use a concept for a specific purpose and we need a solid foundation to start from, … Continue reading Thoughts of a Sunday morn
I know a person very close to me, who may never understand my experience of illness and recovery. I have tried to make them understand it as I spend quite a lot of time with this person and this person is someone who is very important to me. I care about this person's opinion of … Continue reading My forwards walk
I love quoting Morrissey in my blog posts evidently...this song was playing in my head as I was thinking of what might have contributed to the slow progress of my pre-recovery recovery. Unavailability and inappropriateness of certain health services is one. But I have also been to therapy for many many years and fair talked … Continue reading Stop me o-o-oh stop meee….
So today I’ma lay down the law a bit, excuse me for my strongly worded opinions and such, but there is a reason for them. The reason being, when asked about what helped me in recovery, not once have I thought to mention ‘public healthcare services’. This is fairly alarming. I have sought help and … Continue reading Who’s your cheerleader?
I started my blog telling you, the internet, about a date. A very specific date. 26.2.2018. Tattooed on my wrist. Here's another date: 3.5.2018. Yesterday. Which date is more important, the day when the battle started, or the day when it ended and you won? I can't decide, so the tattoo may see an addition … Continue reading Whoop, there it is!