#8: I’m Back!! And I’m Still in a Whirlwind of WTF.

Not that anyone reads this so I’m unsure why I’m making a big deal about me being “back”. But I am, anywho. I’ve let this blog go stagnant because of a) a realisation I didn’t know what/who I’m writing this for, b) I end up getting distracted by a trillion different things and procrastinate toContinue reading “#8: I’m Back!! And I’m Still in a Whirlwind of WTF.”

#7: No Man’s Land

Christmas is over *pause for applause and sighs of relief*.I mean, I’m sure it was lovely for some of you – lucky bastards – but even you must be wiping your eyebrows saying ‘phew’. No more basting, no more wrapping, no more eating carrots for the reindeer at 1am, no more countdowns, no more ElfContinue reading “#7: No Man’s Land”

#5: Trying to Shoot, but Missing the Pull. (An inebriated post).

So, this week has housed death. Death and sadness and silent screams for theses poorly people. People touch your lives, there’s no escaping, no harmonies that can cover the under-night whispers and moans at three when the tea trolley’s late. (SIDE NOTE: This entire blog post was written in a blurry 5am smog, I wasContinue reading “#5: Trying to Shoot, but Missing the Pull. (An inebriated post).”

3: The First Step is Bloody Scary (plus a ramble about binge eating..ya know, cause I’m all about the fun stuff).

So, my CPN thinks i’m ready to take the plunge. Having seen her every week/fortnight for 9 months we’re stepping it back to once a month. Eeeeek. I’m very happy that she thinks I’m stable enough, level enough, prepared enough to lessen the support. I mean I do have a million other weekly support stuffContinue reading “3: The First Step is Bloody Scary (plus a ramble about binge eating..ya know, cause I’m all about the fun stuff).”

2: Lemon Tart and Imessages

Another day in the life of recovery/ish/sometimes – i’m in part time recovery. Ha, who am I kidding? My entire life is therapy at the moment. My schedule runs a little like this: Monday: sometimes working, Tues: DBT group in the morning and my addiction councillor in the afternoon (I get a free lunch onContinue reading “2: Lemon Tart and Imessages”

1: The Cafe

Hi. My name is Liv. I am a mess, a writer, a singer, a mental health advocate, performance poet, a weirdo, a nerd, a human (sometimes). Welcome to the rubbish bin for my brain, I guess. The cafe is warm, it smells of Christmas and I feel self-conscious of the darkness inside of me, likeContinue reading “1: The Cafe”

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