It's been a while. There are many reasons for that, but the most important one is this. Living. I have been living. Life with chronic illness is a curious creature, that shifts like the tides throughout the year, only less predictable. When I'm gifted a good day, I have to grab onto it tightly with… Continue reading Finding my fierce
I have just returned from an epic mission driving from southern normandy, france, to deepest darkest cornwall. We made this joureny via the channel tunnel, and as with most Brits, we are anxious about what we might see and experience on the french side. As it happens, we were swept through seeing very little other… Continue reading The Language of Fear
There are few pleasures greater than singing nursery rhymes with your two year old. To have their spikey little finger 'tickle you under there' warms the soul like nothing else. I have been bed bound for a week now. That's a lie. I did venture out in the car to the playground once, and struggled… Continue reading Never to walk in anyone’s shadow
A month is up today. It has been a strange month, full of the usual highs and lows, birthdays and sick days, all underpinned by this constant feeling of nausea and fear. I have been stuck in this permenant state of 'poor me', as kind people ask me what the latest news is on my… Continue reading Don’t hold your breath
It has been three weeks since I sent off my mandatory reconsideration, and it's felt like years. I am stuck in limbo, unsure what my next move will be, I can do nothing more until I know my fate. The anxiety builds with each day that the post arrives, and I find myself sending my… Continue reading The waiting game.
Today I wanted to talk about the cuts to legal aid. Unless you have been unlucky enough to end up in court in a non criminal case, you probably won't know what this is. Legal aid is a fund that provides legal advice and representation, and court fees, when you can not afford to pay… Continue reading Justice for all?
Im frightened. I know pretty much everyone who didn't vote torie last Thursday, feels the same. I waited with baited breath to see where the axe would fall first, and felt sick to my stomach when the DWP access to work scheme was thrown into the coliseum on day one, to be ripped apart in… Continue reading First cut is the deepest…..