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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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Jagged pride
When I was a child I was brought up to believe that Pride was a Bad Thing. To be proud was to be uppity. To be proud was to be flawed. Pride in one’s achievements was a character blip, a lack of empathy for those around me. This week I have had a number of…
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Reflection
I admit it, I can overthink. Let’s unpack that….just kidding. Anyway, i seem to be seeing an increasing number of articles where adults are reflecting on being diagnosed ADHD and I am coming to the conclusion (or perhaps active suspicion) that I too have a ticket on this particular bandwagon. In fact, I really don’t…
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