It’s the taking part …

I won't romanticise heartbreak. For me it's been like a kind of death, but one where you're forced to keep living. It's entirely shit! But maybe love and life aren't about avoiding the hurt and the bruises, maybe it's about collecting scars and dragging your battered heart through, to prove that you showed up for [...]

Me without you

The washing is hanging in the garden, gently dancing in the breeze. I’ve worked hard all day, decluttering, minimising and tidying my home, my nest. Fresh towels are folded in the bathroom and each cupboard in the flat organised, with the five spice and John West tuna neatly arranged as you would expect. Letters are [...]