My mind was once a jigsaw, scattered and torn, There was no frame to guide, no picture born. My worries were rehearsed, and arguments were spun, And a trillion dreams
I should be feeling proud,But there is something inside I feel I cannot say out loud. I’m afraid I’ve bitten off more than I can chewAnd that I am losing
I’ve slapped a smile across my face, And pretended I’m calm and full of grace. But I lied. Truth is Lately, I’ve felt overwhelmed, Like I’m steering a ship I’ve
Northern, Proud and Loud I’m raw, unfiltered, Northern, Proud and loud, Certainly not a bird made for silence or blending in with the crowd. My past’s been messy stitched with
We’ve all had those moments when life nudges us to pause, breathe, and, yes, I will say it, “have a word with ourselves.” But self-enquiry doesn’t mean having all the
Female Integrity My integrity’s both a gift and a weight, But a truth I know time will always validate. I’m an open book, no mask to wear, No false façades,
If you’ve read my blogs, you’ll know that much of what I write is rooted in personal growth, especially my journey since walking away from illicit drug use. I draw
The Puppeteer He held the strings, he played the part, he pulled her close, then broke her heart. He swore to shield her from all harm, and yet he
Whenever self-doubt creeps in, I pause and reflect on how far I’ve come. Today, I want to share those reflections with you because life has a way of leading us
‘2024, the year of the book’ – This is what Beverly Ward, my fantastic writing coach, wrote in my Christmas card last year. I still have it pinned it on
