will writing my feelings cement them in the present? am I an architect of my own bad feeling or is it just anarchy, anarchy in my body and my mind? I am so scared of my own body and what it will do next and there is no elegant way to say that; the best…
Hello! I’ve had a short story published in an online zine today. Well, it’s sort of a very short fiction thing based on real life but sort of fictional. It’s metaphorical, which I love, and based on my health experiences and feelings around that. You can find it in issue 12 of Degenerate Literature. Hope…
I’m so pleased to say that this blog has been named one of the top ten cancer blogs of 2016! The lovely people over at IHadCancer.com listed their ten top cancer blogs of last year, and out of hundreds of submissions, mine was one of the top ten! So, I can now say I’m officially…
Christmas day evening: kids sat on the floor in the middle of the living room, surrounded by presents, toys, wrapping paper, tearing open the next big box and waddling over, handing it to me to release the contents. Sitting on the couch unwinding plastic ties, fighting with cardboard – Barbie or a fire engine lying…
why is silence made so heavy?something so quiet should be weightlessand not a burden frowned upon by themasses.there is a constant pressureto change. I just can’t. …
I don’t know if they’d like what I have to say, either.
I wasn’t planning to do this tonight, but I have been asked today what my cancer story is, and not for the first time. So I’m basically doing now what I intended to do when I was first asked by someone on Tumblr a few months ago but never got around to – a brief…
So I’ve been thinking about getting counselling to help with fear of recurrence, self confidence and body confidence stuff, but there are a number of reasons why I’m apprehensive about getting counselling. So I thought I’d try to be proactive in giving myself some self-therapy. I haven’t found much on the internet about how to…
you, my body, you are alien to me like a skeleton in a nightcap and we are two different people both disparaging each other, my disappearing self-esteem – I don’t know where that went and I don’t know where I’m going. But people seem to like us, and I am finding that really weird these…
it’s not that far to go it lurks just below the surface like the loch ness monster. everyone else thinks it’s fictional, a figment of my imagination, because they’ve never seen it. but I have, I’ve felt the waves rush to the river bank as it moved, I’ve reached out and touched it oily skin,…