I've said before how quickly time flies, I knew I hadn't written anything for a very long time, but I didn't realise it was nearly 2 years. Forgive me, I will try to get you up to date with what has been occuring. As always all events are in the blog are true stories, only…
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…
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…
I can not believe the events of the last couple of weeks. I really can't. I am an absolute maelstrom of emotional and physical pain. The suffering of those poor, innocent people in Ukraine right now is an atrocity I thought would never happen. How one person could heap such death and destruction upon fellow…
I know, I know, if only I'd taken my own advise and not messaged I wouldn't have been ghosted, but to be honest when do I do the right thing? Even if I try to do the right thing, I usually mess it up. This whole sorry mess started with me doing the right thing.…
February, the cruelest month A never ending labyrinth Of broken dreams and memories Of what has been and what now is Triggers abound, I now confront The truth,
I didn't tell anyone about the incident, apart from the police, for a long time. I had a passenger in the Jeep, we'd been shopping in the city, as we often did. Without a rearview mirror, she didn't see the danger closing in. The first she knew, was when I started screaming, put the accelerator…
I can’t tell if I’m still dreamingWas that Santa's sleigh I saw leavingPiled up high with chocolates and sherryPerched on top a cake with a cherryNo, it's just a trolley at ChristmasWelcome to the retail business I can’t tell if I’m still dreamingAbove the noise of colleagues screamingCheckouts beeping, customers moaningAll the time with their…
I have decided, rightly or wrongly that now is the time to let my first born go.... So far it remains titleless. I am told that is not a word.....I know the book is good, because my friends told me so.....But seriously, it's now three years since I finished editing it and received comment from…
When the beauty in her texts turn to tears And drown out all your yesteryears Did you notice her slip away? Hurt by silence, day after day.
Writing My World 