Does Your Mood Drop During The Winter Months? Here are 5 Ways I Cope.

Not so long ago, I sat outside in the garden, a swath of blue sky above my head, the warm sun on my face. I could smell the clove laden Viburnums and the softer Daphnes, see the papery roses zigzagging the fence, the Magnolia with its small creamy flowers stood in a bright ceramic pot. Fat little bumble bees fed on delicate flowers and Butterflies skimmed past like tiny fragments of silk floating through the hot air.

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.

I Stopped Smoking A Year ago. You Can Do It Too

I never thought I would give up smoking. When I think about the last twelve months I am more than mildly shocked that I kicked the habit. I began smoking at fourteen. I skipped school and went to the airport with my friend one day, because school was boring and airports are terrifically exciting. They … Continue reading I Stopped Smoking A Year ago. You Can Do It Too

I Don’t Believe In Psychiatry.

I stood in the foyer. A woman sat at a desk behind me, cooped in by the glass partition that separated us. Her silver glasses hung on a cord around her neck, perched now on her sizable chest and she typed away at the computer with chipped red nails. ‘Can you stop doing that,’ I … Continue reading I Don’t Believe In Psychiatry.

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.

You Are Beautiful. 

Been thinking about women today after reading a friend's status earlier. What does it mean to be beautiful? According to advertising/media/entertainment preferably tiny and unblemished, shiny hair, perfect skin, face and limbs in perfect proportion. As many of us do not fit these black and white dimensions, because we are human, not a block of … Continue reading You Are Beautiful. 

Books Are Our Constant Friends. 

I’ve travelled the world to far flung places, by boat, by plane, once on a carpet. I’ve stood with the mighty and trodden down with the disgraced. Love has opened its crisp pages wide and hearts have fallen through the gaps, sometimes leading to sweet proposals and passionate embraces, sometimes, leading to hate. The hate … Continue reading Books Are Our Constant Friends.