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).”
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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”
