Monthly Archives: August 2015

So today finally saw the release of figures of those who have died on benefits in recent years. I am, to be honest, struggling to process this entire mess, but here’s my attempt. Dear Ian, Not your finest day at … Continue reading →

I’ve struggled with depression since I was about 15, although it was officially diagnosed at 18. I’m 31, so that’s pretty much half my life. These days, a combination of friends, hugs, prayer and chocolate gets me through the worst, … Continue reading →

Today saw a mighty miracle, at least in the life of a church-going mum with an active 4 year old.  Are you ready for this?  I actually got to listen to an entire sermon!  And given that two of the … Continue reading →

Today was the birthday party of one of Isaac’s best friends.  We got there, and he was having a whale of a time.  Until I had to leave for work, when he burst into tears, and I had to leave … Continue reading →

You had plans. All the plans. To change the world, to get that job, to marry that man. To be happy. And then life happened. You got that diagnosis, and now all those plans lie in ashes in the furnace … Continue reading →