Happy Bipolar Awareness Day everyone! Am aware of my mental disorder everyday, of course. So are my parentals and my brother. There’s never a day that isn’t dominated by my mood – even after sixteen years of illness, treatment, coping strategies and so on. When my mood is up – which is around 60% of […]
It’s been one-of-those-days. Traffic, too much work and assorted other stresses. My phone rings when I’m on my way home at long last at seven o’clock. “Hello,” I say. “Hello,” Seb says, for it is him. Immediately, I feel better: hearing his mellifluous drawl. He has not forgotten me, my wonderful boy . “Hi darling,” […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 