I am sinking

I’m approaching breaking point. I need to write. To share. To feel heard and held. I am so full of everything, there is hardly any space left for air to get into my lungs. I don’t want this sensation. I have this odd sense that if I vomited I would feel better. There’s a toxic…

Babies

There are three kinds of babies in my life right now; babies that make me happy, babies that make me miserable, and possible babies that aren’t around yet. I’m reached an age at which the people I spend time with are spawning. We’re all in our 30s and they’re settling down. Being this age also…

Waking the tiger (who came to tea)

I’ve been reading ‘Waking the Tiger’ by Peter Levine. It’s a fascinating book about trauma and healing, there’s so much wisdom in there. Also, I think I have a strong affinity with literary tigers, since being obsessed with ‘The tiger who came to tea’ when I was tiny.