They say we should ‘start a conversation’ about depression but sometimes it’s impossible to find the words. At *Not Waving Drowning* all you need to do is raise your hand and others will give you their time, their love and their support without you having to explain anything.
When I look back at my long marriage to a man who was emotionally damaged and took that damage out on me, I wonder why I stuck it out so long. I think of myself as intelligent, mature and courageous and yet all these character traits seemed absent within the four walls of our private lives. Allowing someone to abuse me for so long just doesn’t seem feasible given my personality.
Somehow, somewhere, religion has forgotten the real meaning of the crucifixion. Pastors and preachers tell us we need to accept Jesus Christ into our hearts in order to be saved, in order to partake in this divine nature. Jesus never asked for any pre-requisite. He said “It is finished.”
All around us there is unfathomable sadness. It tugs at our edges of our coats, as though we were caught against a barbed wire fence. It’s hard to ignore all the pain in the world.
“How the actual fuck did you even stay alive?” was the comment she made after reading about the death of my husband.
My commitment to blog a gratitude post every day in May has slipped away over the last couple of days. The reason is because I have been having a crisis of faith. When I started saying Thank You every day for something in my life, I began to wonder who I was saying Thank You to.… Read More
Sometimes it seems like there’s a kind of competition to see who has the shittiest life. Does my adoption, bulimia and husband’s suicide beat your job loss, chronic fatigue syndrome and divorce? Who knows … who’s judging these things?
You are the salt of the earth.
And the hot spicy curry, and the sweet caramel cheesecake and the sour lemon juice.
Blessed are those who question their spiritual beliefs,
For they will discover their divine nature.
Blessed are those who mourn,
For they have seen the frailty of life and keep their loved ones close.
Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble?
Look at the sky: that is for you.
Every time someone kills themselves, it pricks at the wound in my heart, leaving the tender skin bleeding again. The loss of a vital, special, unique human being is a tragedy, especially when the tragedy might have been preventable.
Across the world, people are gearing up to celebrate fifty years of Doctor Who. I wasn’t born in 1963 and neither was my husband. It’s odd to think about a time before either of us existed.
Late one night, I watched a documentary about Meerkats. One of the adult males had been bitten by a snake during the night. The Meerkat, named Ernesto by the filmmakers, crawled out of the burrow, barely able to move. His face was black and distended, his eye swollen shut. As the creature lay panting for breath,… Read More
