Kirstie Sivapalan
"No poly. I feel like a bag of shit. Didn't surface until afternoon. Can hardly eat. Can hardly move my eyes." This was an entry in my diary, one of those five-year diaries mainly girls of my day would be gifted for Christmases or birthdays. In my case it was my 14th Christmas, an idea… Continue reading M.E & The Virus that never leaves
It's been a tough week. That is all I have been able to articulate to anyone who has asked. Five words that could be unpicked for days before finding the knot at the heart of it all. Or, the Not in my case. Word play aside, it is time for me to share. As… Continue reading Blood Right
Hello my dear, it's been too long What have you been up to? Well, this year I fell apart. A breakdown. How about you? I felt like I couldn't go on The kids, work, that neighbour from hell I know what you mean hon, I've had it tough as well It's exam year this year… Continue reading Two friends catching up over coffee
She is free Once demonised and displaced Her mantle being rebuilt Once strangled and silenced Her roar being released Once patted and preened Her body finding her own grace Once ignored and flattened Her place standing tall and strong Once subjected and bruised Her protection being offered to all Once scared and confused Her spirit… Continue reading Lilith returns to Eve
Writing and M.E. 