Warm smells and soft sheets All I want is to get lost And forget the world.
Last week I proudly crowed about the apparent success of my sojourn into freelancing. Well, as they say in the classics, "pride comes before a fall". It would appear that my "employer" duped me, and has done a runner with my work having had his payment rejected. Nearly £1000 of work - and nothing to … Continue reading Pride Comes Before a Fall
I was a fool to believe you, An idiot to trust. A lesson in hubris, My dreams turned to dust. I should have known better, I've been burned before. But this time, I'd hoped... Now I hope no more.
Please be advised that this post discusses self-harm in some detail and may contain triggers. If you feel this subject matter may be upsetting to you, please be kind to your mind, and avoid reading. If you or someone you care about are struggling with harming behaviour, visit Mind UK- Self Harm information 🌹🌹🌹 I … Continue reading Oh My Crazy Baby
What does one do when it all becomes too much, And they no longer have the strength to keep fighting? What does one do when their energy is sapped, But they cannot take the break they require? What does one do when the hangman looms, And the ability to keep fending him off is waning? … Continue reading Safe Harbour?
When pain comes calling, The muscle-wracking spasms, I cannot function.
I am not a good communicator when it comes to feelings and emotions. I have always been someone who plays her cards close to her chest. My mother once said of me, "she doesn't like to show her feelings, but she feels very deeply". I was about 20 years old at the time, and my … Continue reading Conscious Communication Breakdown, or, “Why People Call Me an Ice Queen” – F4TFriday
*Please be advised that this post discusses bereavement, cancer, self-harm and suicide, and thus may contain triggers and upsetting content for some readers. Please proceed with caution. 🌹🌹🌹 There's a story I haven't told yet, and it's one I'm still not entirely sure I'm ready to discuss at all, even as I lie here tapping … Continue reading A Near Miss – Jupiter Grant (F4TFriday Prompt #104)
He cries through the night Huddled in fetal likeness As the monster stalks.
Pain and frustration Scared of what her future holds Such disappointment.