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…
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,…
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…
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…
This is not all easy.