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: self harm


Week Seven

Day 43 Forty three days down. Nine to go. I am ready – but glad

Week Two

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

Week One

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


I must be do something right. I’m feeling very uncomfortable. And I’ve been reassured again
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