Sunday – The day of rest (boredom)

There’s just something about Sundays. I don’t know what it is. Growing up it was always the day of staying in and cleaning the house. We did go out sometimes on a Sunday, but that’s what Sunday reminds me of. Staying in, having a lay in, tidying, cleaning, changing the sheets, nothing fun. When I…

What to do now?…

When my sight deteriorated at the age of twenty three I really didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. I was a Nursery Nurse and I had been since leaving school. That was all I had ever known work wise. I had been wanting a change for a while, so in a way this…

Just One of Those Days

It seems that I am still getting those feelings occasionally that I often felt with my PTSD. The feelings of extreme stress and being overwhelmed by everything. Well, not really everything, it’s just the enormity of it makes it feel like everything. That feeling that as hard as I try I just can’t shake it…

This is me

Hello blog world! You may have seen me around before but this is my first ever very own blog! I have blogged for other people in the past and I still will. But sometimes everything has to fit into a box, or follow a certain theme. Sometimes I don’t want to fit into a box,…