I’m going to try to describe Anxiety. It’s much misunderstood I think. There’s a wren flying around the house, trying to get out and she can’t and you’re chasing after her, trying to coax her towards the door and you’ve got to got to got to chase her out because you’re off on holiday […]
“Your bedroom ceiling just fell down,” Mum says in a tone of great excitement. “There was a crash and debris everywhere and lots of snails and…do you want to have a look?” “Yes, OK,” I say. Opening my bedroom door, I gasp in horror: there’s an enormous hole in the ceiling, just above my pillow. […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 