Category On the land
I saw an image/commentary that I on Instagram yesterday (@movetobewell) that stopped and made me think. Firstly, about how much we censor ourselves. Secondly, how much of the insta/Facebook/blog space is censored (self-censored), which is why I have a love-hate… Continue Reading →
I’ve learned a lot from this experience. Initially it was patience – thanks to the unnamed Doctor in Treliske who told me I needed to learn to be patient; it stopped me being frustrated and angry. I also think there’s a simple… Continue Reading →
Since the last post (whoops, meant to be a bit more consistent on this one), I have shaken the feeling of being trapped by my body, by time, and by circumstance. The watershed came at about six weeks post-surgery, when… Continue Reading →
At some point things change. I’m trying to pinpoint it, but the moment evades me. I feel like I’m emerging, growing in strength and purpose. I realise that I’ve forgotten to take pain killers. That’s a good sign, from dividing… Continue Reading →
I managed to ignore the screams of the gulls that gathered on the rooftop of Castaways just before first light. They couldn’t peel me out from the layers of slumber. Not long after, with the tide high in the creek and reasonable light, the… Continue Reading →
I was in hospital for a total of three weeks. That’s a long time for anyone to be in hospital. You have to be pretty ill to be in hospital for that length of time, and yet in my own… Continue Reading →