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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?
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?
This would be fun if it wasn’t so awful. My cousin has come from her home seven hours drive away to be with me. She got in her car as soon as T spoke to her. It took her all day to get here, with her heart in her mouth and post Christmas weariness. She is my cousin, but…… Continue reading Suicide summer, day two
I visit you in the hospital. I’m scared but want to see you, want you to know that I’m still here, still your wife, still in love with you. I want you to know that I’m here, despite the fact that you tried to kill yourself and told me it was a done deal, you…… Continue reading Suicide summer, day one
They call me at 6.00am to tell me he’s been admitted to the Psychiatric ward. I am so relieved, yet terrified at the same time. Jen and I had gone home at 4.30am and I’d fallen asleep for an hour or so and then woke in fright when the phone rang. “Bloody men!” Jen said when…… Continue reading Merry Christmas everyone , 2013
So, I’ve decided that Fridays should be ‘Fess up Day’ from now on. I think I’ll use the day as a weekly cleanse for those things I’ve wanted to say to the world all week but were too frightened to voice. Fridays are supposed to be fun, you can be a little naughty on a…… Continue reading ‘Fess up Friday’
You are not a loser Lou, you are a constricted Lotus shoe. Seek a definition if you don’t understand this reference. Okay so I’ve been a little preoccupied with real life and haven’t made time to post. To have a blog you actually need to write a blog, it doesn’t write itself does it. Life…… Continue reading You are not a loser Lou
Dear Bootcamp, I have a confession to make. I got bored with you and didn’t know what to say. I tried to get back to you, but other things got in the way. You kept looking at me from the corner of my screen and I just avoided you. I didn’t know what to say.…… Continue reading Can we build a bridge and get over it?
Okay, okay so it’s now 3 weeks since I finished being a Bootcamp girl and what have I noticed? I’m 5 kilos lighter, I go to the gym everyday, during my lunchtime, at work. What is WRONG with me. I say things like ‘when I was at the gym’ or ‘how do I do that…… Continue reading Bugger you Bootcamp
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