A blog documenting a journey into self-employment, writing my first book, whilst home-educating a 15-year-old, living with my bipolar disorder, fibromyalgia, and too many others to list! I have a strong passion for homesteading, knitting, spiced chai and everything in between! I am a confirmed Christian, a Christian Mystic. I come from a neo pagan background. I am neither right or left wing.
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I already knew of Jason Arday. I knew his story — the autistic boy who didn’t speak until 11, learned to read and write at 18, and went on to become an academic, becoming the youngest Black professor appointed at Cambridge at just 37. What I didn’t know was what had been unfolding around him recently. I hadn’t followed the headlines or the scale of the public conversation. So when I heard…
This does not make life any easier. Showing up as a coach impacts lives in unexpected ways. People may assume you know what's going wrong in their lives. Or that you have this great, profound insight. Truth is, being a Christian coach is humbling. It's about getting me out of the way so the Holy Spirit can do Her work. Rooting my work in biblical principles and not wavering off the narrow path…
We don’t force positive thinking. We practice seeing without rushing to name it. Breathe in. Don’t label the out. Sit in the room before you decide if it’s "good" or "bad." Let the flame be small enough to light everything, not just the target. Because the world is not waiting for you to arrive. It is arriving, constantly. And the version you get depends on the version of you that’s looking.…
It happens most of the time I get on a bus. Mothers with prams in the wheelchair space sat down on the seat and on their phones. I have had dirty looks and comments as the bus driver tells them to move their prams. One woman refused to move, and another passenger had to intervene. Eventually, after realising the bus driver was not going anywhere until she moved, she actually gave up the space. She…
Story time. Living with an invisible illness such as Fibromyalgia is very difficult. The public does not understand the suffering from an illness they cannot see. Medical professionals think it is all in our heads because there are no tests for Fibromyalgia. Friends and relatives grow exhausted at plans that keep being rearranged due to fluctuating pain or fatigue levels "But you were fine…
Whenever I go to Portswood, it never fails to stop me in my tracks by how much litter is just everywhere. The bins are always overflowing. Portswood is neither inferior nor superior; it just is. Residents are more than a little ticked off with the protests from the far right and far left, and the police presence that goes with that. The traffic is always hectic when these protests take place, hard…
Fruit is ripe, thick apple slice in the sky The moonlight shines out, cinnamon twist in the hand Toad grips and slides about, a sparrow a song Madness is never far, and never so wrong Make it make sense when I can Move your body about, a dance or a jive Spinning around treacle jumps on the inside A sliver a sprite, a bungee jump makes it right Freedom of air through my hair And when the wind…
Barry and I took a wheel by the river today. I went to pick up my new glasses, as you can see. It was stressful getting on and off buses. I'm getting nauseous travelling backwards in the wheelchair space. It is a 45min journey into town on the bus. I send emails, text and read to pass the time. Things would be easier with a car. In other news, my son starts on an antidepressant tomorrow. I am…
Dynamic disability: A health condition where a person's symptoms, functional abilities, and energy levels change unpredictably. These fluctuations can shift from day to day or even within a single hour, meaning someone might use a mobility aid or need rest on one day and feel able to walk unassisted the next. The amount of suspicion someone with a dynamic disability faces is unreal. Even GPs who…
Christ He crawled up from the dirt One mother no shirt and he kept all along the stars were his song And by each passing time was no reason nor rhyme he carefully concocted the sum that lingered like voodoo plum so you can scratch where you are wrong For you to be his song So he kept on with digging No sense in his winning the layers were peeled back Nothing was called to his task the rosehips and…
