Category: mixed bag
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Alive
What makes you feel alive? I mean, what makes you experience joy, makes you aware of every last drop of blood coursing through your veins, makes your heart jump (in a good way) , gives you energy, makes you feel invincible….I don’t know whether its a sides effect of PD but I get these tangible…
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Familiarity and contempt
It is hot, damn hot and I am sitting in the early morning sunshine at a Conference Centre just outside the M25, the crumbs of my breakfast bacon and sausage buttie starting to cast small shadows on the white plate. I am sitting in the middle of a dried out, bleached, grassy area. I have…
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Rabbitholes
Sooooo it’s a few months after the last post. I fell down a rabbit hole dear reader. I can honestly say that the period since I left hospital has been both awful and in some ways incredibly enriching. I have learnt so much about myself, my friends and family and my capacity for survival, mental…
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Day one
This will be, I think, the first of may posts I write discussing and dissecting the last few weeks and days’ experiences. I feel as if I have been torn down and rebuilt again, and not necessarily in a good way. Now I am here, catching my breath, trying to make sense of it all.…
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Casting about
So, I quite often use this blog as a place to explore my tortured artist musings. I am aware I can be let’s say, generous, with my thinking in that I do think a LOT and I’m fairly certain this can be a bit tedious for you all to have to wade through. So, today,…
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