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I'm mum, messy, moody and manic. A worried writer, carefree cook. Retired flautist and teacher of beautiful young flute players. I buried myself in life and love, babies and busyness, until grief, exhaustion and broken dreams cracked me open like a newly hatched chick. So here I am, piecing my middle-aged butt back together while licking gunk off my fledgling wings and learning to fly again. Welcome to my world.
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Tag: hope

31Jan

Art Therapy

I have to do art therapy while I’m incarcerated as an inpatient. I can’t begin
30Jan

Week Two

Day Eight Same old, same old. Neither better nor worse. I feel my depression has
30Jan

Week One

A friend of mine has encouraged me to share my private journals of inpatient. I
29Jan

Incarceration

How small a world becomes when locked away, Be that lock constructed of our own
26Jan

Day 12

It’s a wild ride as an inpatient at a psychiatric facility. I can’t honestly say
17Jan

Day Three

I made it to the clinic and apparently I’m settling in. Well – lots of
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