Escape fantasy

The fantasy of escape takes up a lot of space in my imagination. This borderline obsession has resided in me for at least three years. I’ve made non-committal efforts to dislodge it, and had short-lived success here and there. Those little pushes aren’t significant though, because in truth, I know it will always be a…

Once again a victim

I’m not religious. I don’t believe in some omnipresent being that plans out our lives for us and looks down at what we’re doing each day. But I often get this cynical feeling that maybe there is someone in control of all this, and maybe whoever that is loves to test me. That sounds egotistical…

Going nowhere

Since moving onto our boat, nothing has really gone to plan and I’m finding it hard to feel like this change was a good idea. I took the first three weeks off work to have a holiday, but nothing about this so far feels like a holiday at all. There have been a series of…

Goodbye house, hello boat

It’s been a little while since I posted anything here. That’s because I was flat out with packing up the house and preparing for the move. So much has happened in the past few weeks; the headline being, we’ve now moved onto our narrowboat. As you can see from this photo, it’s been a challenging…

Finally, the tiniest bit of justice

I’m guessing a lot of people won’t have heard of the Criminal Injuries Compensation Authority (CICA). I certainly hadn’t until a few years ago, when I attempted to prosecute my brother for the abuse he subjected me to as a child. The police were unable to take the case to court, but they urged me…

I’m back on medication. Hooray.

I’ve had to back down on my hard line ‘no meds’ policy and ask my GP to write me up for something to help my anxiety. After weeks of averaging about 3 hours sleep per night and struggling with extreme agitation in the evenings, it was hard to argue that it wasn’t needed. My moods…