Today, I intended to edit Part Two of my memoir Is This Me? However, I slipped sideways and found myself writing a blog post instead. Maybe because I can’t bear to read my story again. Continue reading “Mental Health Day”
What do you think of when you see a tattoo? Is it a sign of rebellion? A symbol of inclusion? A memory? A tribute to a loved one? An expression of creativity or an eff you to the world?
Social Media: Does it bring us together, drive us apart or leave us more isolated?
I almost died this week. No, I’m not exaggerating and I’m still checking myself hourly to make sure I can see, think and speak clearly. Continue reading “Blood in the Water”
I open the door and run. The suburb is unfamiliar; I don’t know where to go. My mind is a blur as hot misery whips into my eyes, like sleet in a storm. My bare foot lands on a concrete footpath, a tear splats beside it; which way? Continue reading “My World Ended in a River: Is This Me? (Prologue)”