I miss you in:
Every day, hour, minute,
The moment isn’t the same,
I know you should be with us,
But you were snatched away,
And all I can think is how I have-
All these stories that were never mine to tell.
I miss you in:
Every day, hour, minute,
The moment isn’t the same,
I know you should be with us,
But you were snatched away,
And all I can think is how I have-
All these stories that were never mine to tell.
If you have wanted a window into what a GP sees each day in their clinic, this book brings a fresh take into the weird and wonderful that doctors sit opposite every day.
Read More »Should I confuse raindrops on my window for stars,
May my wishes be patient and still,
Let them rest a moment with me,
Until I get my star to wish upon.
How do you start the new year off with a bang? By going on an adventure through the bright lights of the arcade, to a pit stop to enjoy some chocolates, and a throne fit for royalty.
Read More »Life, I am sure, is like a set of weight scales. A constant battle for the status quo, and what that means to a person. As you know, 2020 brought with it some challenges with a few chapters in my life drawing to a close; whilst this year has felt like a palette cleanser, with lots of changes in my life happening.
Read More »As you know, I am on a journey to reach my reading goal for the year. For those who’ve just joined in, you can read part one, here; but here is the second instalment to what I’ve been flicking through. Warning, minor spoilers ahead!
Read More »A common thread I see a lot, and I am not sure if it’s ‘Blue Car Syndrome’* or not, but there seems to be such a negative steer against those with disabilities. Particularly, those who are considered ‘ambulant’ disabled*. Since my diagnosis in 2019, I’ve had a lot of this negativity pointed directly at myself so I wanted to set the record straight on what it looks like to be disabled.
Read More »My partner and I were talking today about people’s opinions when it came to disability. Talk of how law should change to reflect and encompass what it means to be ‘differently abled’ and how that affects how you’re seen to others. Most importantly how you’re seen to those who aren’t walking a mile in your shoes.
Read More »I forgot the other half of me,
The one who hurts and cries at night,
I wish I knew how to heal,
Is it just enough to still be breathing?
Are we a storm over an ocean?
Drifting further apart,
I just wish you would hold me again,
But I’m in this boat alone,
You’ve disappeared once more on the wind.