Tag Archives: hope

I’m alright…

A brief word. I am alright. The point of the last post wasn’t to gain sympathy or worry anyone. It was about voicing my complaint to The Lord. Life is hard and I think it’s good to be honest about … Continue reading

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A new metaphor…

Recently something strange has happened, I’ve felt a discernible shift in temperament, a change in the clouds above, a glimpse of sunlight pouring through the trees and a stirring of hope. The summer holidays were brilliant for rest and restoration … Continue reading

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The holidays are over…

It’s Monday morning, the first day of life beyond the holidays. The boy is sleeping and I’m sitting here trying to collect my thoughts.  I can barely believe it’s been a year since I left the world of paid employment … Continue reading

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Hanging another year on the line.

Today is my birthday, I’m hanging on more year on the line (points for the song that comes from). As documented last year birthday’s can be a bit of an issue in my head. I’m learning to live with my strangeness … Continue reading

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The black dog…

I have a black dog, a darkness that will not shift regardless of circumstances. It comes and goes, sometimes circling hungrily, sometimes shy and hiding in the background, sometimes as far from the horizon as the eye can see. When … Continue reading

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Some days are better than others…

It’s Friday night, the husbandface is marking, for now the boy is asleep and I feel like I should write some words on this screen before sliding into a small coma on my bed. The trouble is once again I’m … Continue reading

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Weary…

All this week I’ve been feeling weak and weary, weary of trying to get the boy to eat things, weary of his limpet like qualities, weary of no sleep, weary of endless piles of washing, weary of my lack of … Continue reading

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