In Blackest Night – Hello Darkness My Old Friend
I’d like to tell you that all is well. I’d like to tell you many things. But in the styling of ‘Lemony Snicket’ , the true story is much darker. Things were better. Better,...
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In Blackest Night – Depression & The Omerta
Omerta noun, Italian. 1. secrecy sworn to by oath; code of silence My last post seems fairly ‘popular’. By that I mean relatable and, to some, an inspiration. One can only hope that...
In Blackest Night – Much Ado About The Taboo
We’re in an era where everything is shared. From shameful, narcissistic selfies to food pics. From the banal to the inspirational, it’s all there. So you’d think that, given the tools of social media, that...
In Blackest Night – Weight A Minute
It took some doing but I finally put a new set of batteries in the scales the other day and accepted the fact I needed to check on my suspicions. I’m the heaviest I...
In Blackest Night – I Wrote A Blog Post; I Lost It, So Here’s Another
I generally keep my WordPress open in Chrome. I usually refresh the page before starting to blog but yesterday I must’ve forgotten. I spent over an hour squeezing the words out, checking what I...
In Blackest Night – I Walk The Lonely Road
As I’m writing this opening, I’m sitting in a soft play venue–the kids are running around and having fun, expending whatever energy they have. I dug out my laptop and My-Fi device as I...
In Blackest Night – Source Code
I came back ‘home’ on Monday for the first time in about two and a half years. The bungalow we rented is fab and is just across the road from my old primary school....
In Blackest Night – Be More Terry
Like many, I watched ‘Terry Pratchett: Back in Black“. Well, I’m now on my third viewing. I was very much looking forward to this and I wasn’t disappointed. Like the man himself, the documentary...
In Blackest Night – The Weight Of The World
I think I’ve mentioned it before but if suffering from depression has taught me anything it’s that you have to keep repeating yourself. From recounting your childhood to explaining your symptoms; it’s a twisted...
In Blackest Night – My Depression vs My Family
I’ve thought about writing this so many times. What stops me is the fear of what others will think. I’ve always based my life around perception; namely what others think of me. As time goes...
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