There is an old saying ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me,’ I’ve never agreed with that as there are some words which can do more damage than any bone break ever would. However, tonight I discovered another reason to disbelieve it. Tonight, I finished a story for my … More Sticks and stones…
Today, I heard on the radio a request for any of you who were abused by George Gibney (and I know there are many) who have not come forward, to think about doing so, so that he might be brought back to Ireland and face justice for what he did to you. As one of … More To the survivors of George Gibney, who have never come forward.
Grief… when a kind friend gives you a gift token to buy a plant or tree to celebrate my mum’s life and I pick up the phone to tell my mum about it. Grief… when you live a life based on this time last month or last year. Grief… when the pain of looking at … More The Price Of loving… Worth Every Tear.
I lost my dignity somewhere between getting drawn on by a surgeon with a giant marker pen (in front of another surgeon and my parents) and having an unexpected internal scan at my first fertility appointment. That’s not to say that my amazing hospital doesn’t go to great lengths to protect it with their well-placed … More Second chance repost #3 BREAST CANCER LESSON NUMBER 31: WHAT YOU LOSE IN DIGNITY YOU GAIN IN CONFIDENCE
Today’s letter is a very heartfelt honest letter. It tells, not only the story of one very strong ladies battle out of an abusive relationship, but also her dealing with depression. I don’t believe anyone who reads this letter can finish it, and not feel deep admiration for the writer. The writer at this time … More Series of letters. Letter 24.
We all have a past. Hopefully for most of us there are parts of it which when recalled still make us smile or laugh. They bring back the memory of childhood friends, or people we no longer have contact with. My last post to my brother seemed to trigger a lot of happy memories of … More Memories. What have you hidden away?
The final letter this weekend is a very powerful letter, written by Confessions of a Nail Technician. I am sure it was not an easy letter to write. She has bravely waived anonymity. Dear Craig, I was 24 and fairly naive when you met me. You were 16 years my senior. Did you really think … More Series of letters. Letter 7.
I read a lot of blogs and it is clear to see that there are many bloggers, who wake up every day with a fog of darkness around them. It is difficult to understand their plight when you are not standing in their shoes. Today, I have no darkness around me. The weather reflects my mood, sunny and bright. … More How happy are you?
How many times in a day do we stop and think, I am so lucky. Sometimes in our busy lives, we fail to see all that we have. We become blinded by everyday trials. Our children crying or waking up early, having tantrums and trying our patience. Our partners just not getting us. As we … More What really matters in life?
In everyday life, Do we ever leave the past behind? Years ago I attended a training course. It was to prepare us to be online counsellors, for a childrens phone in service called Childline. There were about twenty of us on the course, a good mix of men and women, and a variety of ages … More Is your past really past?