On contentment

On contentment

I’ve poured a lot of sadness into these pages over the years – particularly in the last 12 months.  I’ve shared my experiences of depression, anxiety, the break-up of my marriage and the dark times I went through prior to…

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My first week of living alone

My first week of living alone

A little over a week ago I found myself waiting on my doorstep in Southsea for a man I knew only as ‘Dan’ to arrive and move me 25 miles east, back to Southampton where I had lived for most…

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Turning 33

Turning 33

On Monday it was my 33rd birthday. Of course any major date in the calender elicits a certain amount of reflection; particularly if you are an introspective type like me who often gazes at markers in the sand and imagines…

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The penultimate time I will come here

The penultimate time I will come here

When you buy a house you imagine filling the roll top bath with sumptuous, scented bubbles, and conjure up images of blades of grass bending under your bare feet in the garden as you hang out the washing.  You imagine…

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How I found my way out

How I found my way out

As I drove away, some months ago, from my old life and a house we had bought only a year before, I was certain of only one thing. I was going to look after myself. I was going to self-care…

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