There’s no photos, no eloquent writings or suicide notes from the night, or the day after. Because it wasn’t glamorous or romantic, and I didn’t sit and cry beautifully and write loving poetry to my family. I didn’t take selfies or photos of my drip in the hospital and I wasn’t able to live blog […]
Category: anger
I’m ready to talk:
I know it should worry me
but the sickness it bubbles up and not eating isn’t the most important thing, right now. I don’t care, I don’t care.
Desperate for sleep, with a dancing mind. Flinging itself
into each and every corner of my skull. Just to say
“hey,
i’m here, and I’m not quite done. I’m not quite ready to rest. I still have some dancing to do.”
Viral stories, beautiful kindness, & infuriating police.
A certain story I wrote on my work’s facebook page went viral, a story of the absolute kindness of a woman who challenged a burglar who stole from my work. What I didn’t write about, however, was the police and their part in this. So the morning I got into the shop and realised we’d […]