The Creep That Is Bipolar Disorder.

  Living with Bipolar Disorder has probably been the biggest challenge of my life. Whilst other things have come along that are not particularly pleasant, they have, given time, disappeared. Bad relationships come to an end, blistered hearts find new templates, money troubles eventually smooth over. Bipolar Disorder, on the other hand, never leaves.   … Continue reading The Creep That Is Bipolar Disorder.

The Lump of Anxiety.

I have always been the anxious sort which is a difficult thing to admit. I often think I was carved out of anxiety, small bones scored and polished with fear whilst folded into my mothers womb. For a long time I was in denial. I didn't want to admit I struggled for fear of being seen as weak, … Continue reading The Lump of Anxiety.

Goodnight Carrie Fisher. 

​Like many, I too loved Carrie Fisher. Carrie was an intelligent, funny, straight forward, sharp, humble,  talented star who we shall all miss. From her iconic role as Princess Leia in Star Wars to her many candid but hilarious books to her constant work as a mental health advocate, she was an incredible lady who … Continue reading Goodnight Carrie Fisher. 

Nine Things Not To Do To Someone With Mental illness.

It's World Mental Health Day. I have to admit this year I might have forgotten, if I hadn't been on Facebook and noticed a friend saying she was trying to wrote something. I, in the interests of inspiration, then asked my friends what I should write about and found myself swamped with ideas. As I couldn't cover all of their insightful suggestions, I decided to pick just one. So here it is.

Five Things I’ve learnt Through Writing A Novel.

When you first put pen to paper or finger to key, you might think it’s easy and there may be some of you out there who write novels the same way you gobble bacon, quick, no fuss, but for many of us it’s not a picnic in the park. Here is five things I’ve learnt through writing a novel.

It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.

  It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away. That is not strictly true, it has been three thousand, eight hundred and sixty four hours. Does that amount of time even register with you? Do you even care? It’s not like I even know where you are. You threw most … Continue reading It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.