Mum, moody, messy, manic. Retired musician and aspiring writer.
From dark, sordid, private journaling, this website became my greatest recovery asset for major depression and anxiety, and the eating disorder and self harm behaviours I used to mask them.
I imploded like a smashed egg, and from within I've found a fledgling bird, ready to spread its wings and fly.
I hope within these pages, you find a moment of connection, truth, revelation and understanding. This is my story. Perhaps it's yours too.
I have consulted the technology fairies and the pixie dust has been waived, the credit card swiped, and I'm back in the land of the cyber living. Phew!
I'm also in the land of man flu so nothing of any significance will be gracing my page for a day or two, but I just wanted to say don't give up on me. There are good things to come this year. Really good things. I can feel it in my waters!
In order to successfully publish my memoir next year (hopefully next year) I need to have people to tell about it. So in a desperate and shameless act of self promotion, I've created an author page on Facebook and I'd be very chuffed if you liked it.