A deeper sort of pain

I’ve been drinking today. I shouldn’t drink. It isn’t safe. And it doesn’t help. I’ve been to meetings and I know all of this, but still I wanted it. It was hard not to start this post with an apology. Partly for the drinking, but I’m guessing none of you will be too judgemental about…

I will be heard

I’m not quite sure where to start. I’m reeling from the shock of my brother’s letter this week. And obsessively turning his words over and over in my head. Searching for something deep, or loving. Scouring those few little paragraphs for any shred of kindness. All I can see is this breathtaking selfishness. After writing…

Therapy today: Overwhelmed

As I start writing this, I’m already tempted to run off topic. Therapy today was tricky. I felt guarded and distant. There was a fair bit of hopelessness around. Maybe that’s why I’ve not written much about therapy recently. It’s perhaps why I haven’t written much at all. I’ve struggled to feel like there is…

My struggle with self-harm

*TRIGGER WARNING* I’ve wanted to post this for a while, but now I am finding it hard to start writing. Self-harm is such a difficult, triggering and emotive topic. So please, if this might trigger you, take care of yourself and read it later when you feel stronger. I’ve had a real problem with self-harm….