Hello Ending Self Torture! , I love you.

This is a late one. I’ve had a pretty shitty week. Other people have been my problem. Flaring up in my face and reminding me how inadequate I feel. What I should have responded with is a reminder to thank me for the good I’ve done, rather than point out what expectation of theirs I failed to meet. After a day such as this, I feel wretched. It feels like a hangover. My whole body feels in

Hello Chester Bennington! , I love you.

Goodness, what a time of sadness. This post isn’t the same feel as the seemingly happy and grateful title. But I am sure I can go with that theme eventually. I hear that Chester has hanged himself, aged 41. Mental health issues? I just don’t get it. The help is out there, the support is seemingly everywhere. Why do these people still drown? Why does the help, not help them? Chester has been a big part of

Hello Heartbreak! , I love you.

The endurance of human beings never ceases to amaze me. I sometimes work in jobs where there’s a larger team of about thirty. People often feel comfortable enough to talk to me. So I hear some deep problems. I then watch those people go about their working lives, with this weight heavily on their shoulders. They carry on. I guess it’s a very British thing to do; ‘Keep calm and carry on’. I don’t know how they

Hello Emotion! , I love you.

I am up at some ungodly hour here, committed to writing about everything that flows through me. Tonight I’d like to touch upon emotion. Yes, I am grieving. I also am committed to working with the heart. Both those things have brought up the odd conversation lately, that when I have mentioned ‘feeling’, people have looked at me like I’m an alien. Then I am either temporarily shunned until I cease to talk about feelings & emotions,