I've never thought much about how I regulated before. I'm sure many people can relate. Then I was forced to grow up. My birthday started to include a 3 as the first digit and I was still hiding in a bath tub with a joint and a pint. It was time I started to get… Continue reading Self-regulation
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Transitions
10 minutes. I struggle with transitions. I have learned this after many years of managing my own life and trying to get by. I have yo-yo-ed between thinking I hate mornings and that I have sleep problems. There have been times in my life when I have taken sleeping pills to get to sleep and… Continue reading Transitions
Association and loss.
There are many things I will associate with my late mother. Cheese and wine. It didn't matter what day it was. A Friday or a Tuesday. Mum would put out wine, cheese and some sort of cracker as soon as she walked through the front door. Chocolate digestives. Mcvities, obviously. Nothing but the best, despite… Continue reading Association and loss.
Dear Gothboy
Don't look back. I never did. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. You were a memory. A story of my past. I didn't forget. I just. Lived. I lived when you didn't. Because of that, we didn't have anything in common anymore. I remembered something today. When something didn't sit right, you always used to say "it's… Continue reading Dear Gothboy
Another few years older 🎶
There was a song that always spoke to me as a tween: "can anybody hear her" by Casting Crowns. The lyrics are depressing. "another few years older and a few more steps behind" was a prominent line that brought tears to my eyes whenever I came to a crossroads in life. It came to mind… Continue reading Another few years older 🎶
Unprepared for no choice
This is one of the gripes I have with the way I was parented. Not in a 'woe is me, I must punish' kinda way. But in a 'huh, I see where that went wrong' kinda way. Don't get me wrong, my parents are my parents and I will always love them for bringing me… Continue reading Unprepared for no choice
Christmas has changed.
It's Xmas Eve, im in getting quietly stoned with my other half. We are also having wine. I've turned down the chance to go out for drinks. So have half my friends it seems. That's probably why I'm so ok with not being out. I'm not missing out on anything. I know where my close… Continue reading Christmas has changed.
My overhaul of the Education System
If we advertised schools the way other businesses advertise their services: "Over her ** year career, Mrs Jones has enabled thousands of children to release their potential. Children she has taught, have become embassadors for societies across the globe. She has saved a grand total 1,300 lives in reinstated self esteem and secured attachment." If… Continue reading My overhaul of the Education System
Food for kids
Why do parents tell their kids what to eat? I mean, I get why babies need the right nutrients. But parents, really, why would you force your child to be vegetarian or vegan or organic or whatever the craze is now? Here's a better idea: BE that person yourself, SHOW your child that side of… Continue reading Food for kids
Nostaliga
I'm smoking. And on a blast from my best past. My teenage years. Despite the traumas they are still the best years of my life. No responsibilities. A bit of cash between pocket money and babysitting at the beginning, to a Saturday job in estate agency by the time I was 16. Lack of regulations… Continue reading Nostaliga









