When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. – Henry Ford A while back, I asked a good friend of mine to share her favourite inspirational quote. Her mantra. The words she would meditate on when things were tough. When she shared with me these words […]Read more "Chasing the Train (Race 13)"
It feels like a knife. Scraping my mind, my heart. My inside. Just cutting. And when I’m raw and bleeding and hurting the knife keeps on relentlessly scraping away, shaving off parts of me, until there’s nothing left. It feels like I’ve been punched, hard, in the stomach. I’m bent over double, can’t breathe, can’t […]Read more "Depression"
At the outset of Colour Conference, our host Bobbie asked herself “if my journey over the past 12 months could teach you anything, what would it be?” The question struck a chord with me. This year has been, to echo Bobbie’s choice of words, hellish. I’d even go so far as to say one of […]Read more "If my journey could teach you anything…"
I was shocked when you called me a bully. I had never thought of myself like that. I thought bullies were the ones that beat up little kids for kicks. I’d never intended to hurt anyone. I called you fat when I was frustrated and I wanted my own way. Usually, you’d fight back or […]Read more "To The Girl I Bullied"
On Sunday, I will run my first ever proper race – you know, as an adult. (I’m pretty sure my devious win in the egg and spoon as a six year old doesn’t count as a race.) The course is a 10KM trail in the Forest of Dean, and is the culmination of 10 weeks of training with […]Read more "Run, Danger, Run!"
I write because I would go mad if I didn’t. It is my outlet; my sanity. So in a way, it’s selfish of me. But then again, to breathe is not considered selfish; it is simply understood as necessary for survival. My head is an explosion of ideas, colours, fragments, the unwritten. Sometimes someone tells […]Read more "Why I Write"