Yes, okay, I am emotionally vulnerable – and what? I am tired. Tired from bouncing from happily oblivious to diving headfirst into this minefield; from straining to ignore this and just being, to taking ownership and weathering it and raising awareness of it. I am tired and I don’t know which way I will bounce…
That’s the problem with language; sometimes you can be saying the right words but they don’t mean the right thing. Like an idiom or a turn of phrase when you’re learning a second language. Or even when you’re speaking perfect English, or whatever your first language is. You don’t have to be an amateur to…
I had another guest blog posted, this time over at IHadCancer.com, musing about the positive and negative effects cancer has had on my life (yes, there are one or two positives!). Check it out here: http://www.ihadcancer.com/h3-blog/03-21-2015/What-Would-My-Life-Be-Like-Without-Cancer Thank you for reading. 🙂 people keep saying how strong I am and I’m slowly starting to believe them.
your distraction turned into the nightmare you’d been running from (and I’m sorry for that.)
I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I can be the hero, the writer who overcomes everything to share her wisdom and support with other individuals. I can only be the writer who attempts therapy through self-indulgent poetry and writes articles only through a drunken haze, thoughts ablaze with all the ways…
I don’t know if I can rake this all up again. It’s too close to the surface as it is and requires no watering to grow, there’s no need to hoe, and the seeds were sown so long ago and so deeply burrowed – I am borrowing memories that never run out, I go back…
I’m writing a book about Lynch syndrome because there are like, none out there for people just diagnosed. I’ve started on it with a kind of self-help bent, but it already sounds too clinical. I think I’ll go more down the memoir route – still helpful, but putting my bad memories to good use. I…
Strolling through the cemetery, we’re not buying, we’re just window shopping, casually planning which stone to carve our vitriol into. I like the simplicity of white marble but you prefer the gothic styles, black and grey swirls reflecting how death really is – the nothing offered to everyone involved. So much nothing. You consider an…
You may think that he’s a demolition expert When he’s finished with your self-esteem It may be true we all need knocking down a few Come find shelter or your shelter with me, with me – George Ezra, Breakaway I love George Ezra’s album, but you’re wrong, George. I didn’t need knocking down a few.…
I barely found the words to say only to find they weren’t worth saying (They were just the right words, said to the wrong person) I can still feel the bruises behind my eyes