At the moment, I am dealing with stress through art! It has been wonderful to explore an old hobby that I gave up when Mum passed away.
Today, I bleed. In the space of a year, everything has changed.
Writing on the blog is deeply personal. I imagine I sit you down, offer you tea, hold your hand and look you in the eyes. Whilst you may read this and throw it away, or never think of it again, I think of it every day. The power of you sitting with me, and giving me space to share my thoughts.
Did you fall into the trap
Of raking memories
Kept under a wrap?