I couldn't sleep. I had insomnia at both ends of the night, one of the features of M.E that I struggle with the most. I finally gave up around 6am and, with my stomach also awake, I decided to get up, go downstairs, make myself a cup of tea and treat myself to some ginger… Continue reading Treasure
Tag: childhood
Composure
Yesterday I had that moment all aspiring writers have. "Why I am doing this? Am I even any good? Am I just indulging myself? Should I even bother sharing my work?" I allowed myself some time to reflect on this, to ask the question without a furious search for the right answer. Instead I remembered… Continue reading Composure
Unfolding
When I was a child I used to love those paper-folding "chatterboxes". The snip-snapping of the folded paper, the anticipation of what would I would find after I chose a random number or colour, the layers to be unfolded and the final "statement of truth" that would be revealed to me, which depending on who… Continue reading Unfolding