I have taken the virus seriously since it began. Not because i'm incredibly altruistic or restrained. I seriously feared for my life due to asthma. I am also privileged because I'm not currently in work, so there were no difficult decisions to make. On wednesday my anxiety reached new peaks. My husband was tired through … Continue reading It’s Beginning To Hit Home
I love a routine. there's a predictable sequence of events which leads me to falling out of my patterns. , Sometimes it's caused by Illness, mental or physical, or a major upheaval like the recent renovations to the house. there are innumerable stresses that can shatter my illusion of control. Whatever the cause. the same … Continue reading Getting Back Into Routine
My mood is unpredictable. Extreme lows and hours of lethargy come before obsessive bouts of activity. Its difficult to find balance. Yesterday I began writing a piece for Dear Damsels on the theme nature. The words came in a flurry. laptop on my knees, rain and wind beat at the windows. Dark thoughts colouring each … Continue reading It’s In My Nature
Christmas time is a beautiful and wonderful thing, from seeing family and friends to chocolate oranges and fairylights strewn across buildings. However it is also draining, physically and mentally. Money worries and family politics. That's not to mention the inevitable illness that comes from doing too much and eating out of a routine. It's a … Continue reading Is It Over Yet?
I this point I shall finish My novel on 8th January. Not the best. My brain feels like sludge. It's not useful that there's only one room I feel safe to be in. I feel like I'm in a goldfish bowl. Builders visible from every window. The noise is jarring. Hammering from the roof, planks … Continue reading Write Write Write
Or rather my tiny part of the internet. Just a little post to congratulate myself on submitting a piece to Dear Damsels. I think the hardest part was the biography. Rebekah is an aspiring novelist living with her husband and two cats in the east midlands. When she’s not writing you’ll find her at a … Continue reading Hello World?
I have a friend who wonderfully talented and supportive. One of those people who are good at most things. Apart from getting in touch, I'm for sure better at that. They also read this blog...so... Often times I feel a bit like an amorphous blob when I think about all the things they have accomplished. … Continue reading Retreating
Let's try this again...There's a ball of worms squirming in my stomach. I feel like an utter failure. I write so infrequently it can barely be called a hobby. But enough of my self-pity. Today I picked one of the numerous writing books from my shelf and sat down at my laptop and wrote. The … Continue reading Tentative Steps Back To Writing
My husband has been ill with an undiagnosed stomach issue for coming up to two years now. We have seen many doctors and had umpteen tests. none of which have been able to shed any light on what is actually making him ill. The most frustrating aspect of this illness is the unpredictability. it is … Continue reading Things Are Just A Little Bit More Difficult
Simultaneously feeling isolated and overwhelmed. Out at a meal today I had the tightening of a dread knot in my stomach, clumsy words and an intense desire to leave the table and never return. I've not felt this way in a while. This morning I didn't find any joy in writing my novel. Uncomfortable and anxious at the … Continue reading Mental Health And Self Care