‘London’s calling…’

My three weekly ritual is here again, The trip to see my Constant ‘Doris’, to talk about my pain. So, I sit on the train and gather my thoughts – note book and pen in hand and start to write about the things that have happened and the thoughts going on in my head. From […]

‘What will be, will be …’

To accept a situation that you didn’t want to be, To say goodbye to someone you actually want to see, For me – is one of the hardest things to do. Experience seems to have counted for nothing. Yet, without truly accepting, you cannot move on, Energy just gets expelled and eventually strength is gone. […]

‘Lost sense of time…’

After I took the overdose, time became irrelevant for me.  Even now, I don’t seem to remember very much at all about day to day living from between the ages of fourteen to sixteen.   I just know that it was awful and got progressively worse.  The violence had escalated and I was in much danger […]