My Box

Sorry bad sad poetry follows, I am feeling low and need to get it out.   I have pushed back, I have fought hard. It’s never ending, it flows on and on. But there is always the box.   I am retreating, I am worn down. It is encompassing, it is pushing me to the … Continue reading My Box

Taken Down by a Pizza

The pizza was the final straw, the last part of a jigsaw that came together to to bring me the special of the day, a shut down. To anyone around I'm sure it looks as though I am behaving like a spoilt child sulking over not getting what they wanted, there may be a tiny … Continue reading Taken Down by a Pizza

Mixed Emotions

So it's been a fairy eventful week, one that has included experiences that left me shocked, scared and worried for the future but also overwhelming grateful, loved, cared for and hopeful. Seven days ago with no little amount of anxiety I along with my wife and best friend made our way to the Shalbourne Suite … Continue reading Mixed Emotions

Things I Like part 2

So its time for part 2 of my list of things I like, try and bare with me through this as some might be a little left field. Firtst up.   My Pillow Now remember I said some were left field, this one comes with a history, I am 41 years old and have never … Continue reading Things I Like part 2

Things I like

This is not as you may have thought a blog about things I like to do like say sailing, swimming or skydiving. (I don't like skydiving but was on a role with S's)No this is part one of the things I like to do such as particular stims, I will included what I like about … Continue reading Things I like

Dropping Out

For the last week and a half I have as much as possible dropped out, devoting what spoons I have to the essentials to get through the day. This is largely due to the avalanche of problems that hit in one week from which I am yet to recover and in part because of the … Continue reading Dropping Out

Breakout

I have been asking myself recently what is it exactly that I'm fighting, what is it that is pressing in on me inextricably holding me in place. The fear of this battle encourages stagnation, hiding from the enemy only to look up and see them staring down on me. I run, try again to escape … Continue reading Breakout