Growing up in Ireland in the 1970s, my childhood memories have now filtered to sunshine and warmth and the love of a big Catholic Irish family. I lived on a dairy farm in what is known as the Republic of Ireland, (Southern Ireland), in a non-descript part of this idyllic land. Nightly, as the 6.00pm…… Continue reading Belfast
So now you are happily planning the rest of your life, and I am paralysed in mine. Your sister has provided you with a job, a salary and the freedom to do as you wish, and I am stuck in a job with an egotistical manic, telling me how best to portray him, as if…… Continue reading Is this really your fault?
It’s been two weeks now. The days begin to blend into one, but I am still here in this nightmare. You left the hospital after eight days and are now in a recovery home, for a couple of weeks. So far, you’ve been there five days. My feelings for you change daily. I’m struggling with everything and…… Continue reading Day 14 – Be strong they said
The phone keeps ringing and people are dropping in to make sure i am okay. I am okay. It’s like another job trying to make sure I’ve spoken to every necessary. Each time I speak, my stomach churns and I cry at certain points of my story. This is now how I had imagined my…… Continue reading Day three, I’m okay, what about you?
The Lotus Shoe 