I don't want you to think I had an unhappy , because I didn't. I had the childhood I had, it was all I knew. I know now I had a tough childhood. In secondary school I had very low esteem, but I was independent. I knew how to fend for myself, I was confident…
My Ghosts and Me …..part 2
Being so young I had no idea why I was so afraid of the dark, nor why I hated being in my bedroom quite as much as I did. I didn't question why I felt like this, I just accepted, this was life, I assumed everyone felt the same. It was to be many years…
Shadows of my Life…. beginning of Chapter 2…
Barbara sat up slowly, she stared at the cup of tea on the bedside table. His bedside table on his side of the bed, in his bedroom. Exactly the same as last time. This time he was in the kitchen searching the freezer for something to cook for supper, last time he went to arrange…
Regrets, no I don’t regret anything
I have always had a belief that things happen for a reason. Maybe even are preordained for us. We have choices to make all through our lives, some of these choices bring happiness, some sadness, some bring fulfilment, some disappointment. I believe it is how we deal with the end emotion that triggers regret or…
Why I left Twitter…..
I may not have left for good & I'm not deleting the account, as there are still a few people I want to be able to chat. I'm neither getting anything out of it, nor giving anything to it. Everything feels like it's come to a halt. Not a sudden juddery halt, more a slow…
A Shadow of my Life
Barbara looked in horror at the dress her mother proudly held up. The all too familiar Marks & Spencer label was clearly visible so it hadn't been cheap, & there would be no discussion about whether she liked it or not. ' Well go on then. Try it on' her mother was saying whilst shaking…
Writing My World 