Honesty

Domestic Violence: It’s Always Going To Be Personal

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Domestic Violence: It’s Always Going To Be Personal I don’t talk about my personal life on this platform much. You’d really have to know me and be able to read between the lines to pick up on subtle nuances. However, there’s an issue that’s been bothering me and I have decided to open up here … Continue reading Domestic Violence: It’s Always Going To Be Personal

The Need For Silence

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Tomorrow is Samhain, which is Halloween for the uninitiated who can't even pronounce what I just said. I've taken some time this week to be quiet, to look deeply within, and to give myself some space. Every year brings a new set of challenges, and I am hoping to embark on happier ones this time … Continue reading The Need For Silence

Sick & Tired

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I am sick & tired. Mostly of being both of the aforementioned. Because I have Fibromyalgia, my body responds differently to the weather and a lot of other external things that I, personally, cannot control. I have heightened senses, so a lot of smells make me sick and I often have to retreat to my … Continue reading Sick & Tired

Dark Clouds

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I'd love to say I'm up early and writing. The truth is, I was woken from a migraine by the smell of brewing coffee. At 12:30 a.m. Strictly speaking, the smell of coffee is really pleasant to me. I breathe deeply, it evokes memories, but when I'm sick, there is a very long list of … Continue reading Dark Clouds