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...
In Blackest Night – Yesterday, Something Good Happened
I was going to poke fun at ‘yesterday’ – the mere concept of time is something that is lost on me at the moment. Days merge into one another, hours can fly by or...
In Blackest Night – A Novel Idea
My venture into reading is not going so well, I’m sad to say. My interest is all but lost. But, and this is a good but, I have signed up to Audible. Today, I...
In Blackest Night – Mirtazapine Day 22
It’s been a while since my last Mirtazapine post. Today marks the seventh day since my prescription was doubled. So what changes have I noticed? The pros: The palpitations have settled – I still...
In Blackest Night – The Trouble With Depression…
I’ve been thinking about depression and its place in society. It’s taken a while to figure out what to write about it (it’ll probably come out all wrong regardless of the time spent on...
In Blackest Night – Hello Me, It’s You
The struggle to try and figure out who I am continues. I don’t even know where to start nor how. There are certain elements that I am sure are me; the geekiness, the gaming ‘addiction’ and...
In Blackest Night – And The Words Just…Stop
I’ve been fairly quiet on the blogging front. In terms of publishing, anyway. I’ve got a few drafts on the go (my working title for this post was going to be ‘It’s Awful Drafty’...
In Blackest Night – The Order of the Dog
Thanks to a particular group on Facebook, I have found a certain strength from reading others’ stories and sharing mine. I’m more of a shadow on there; occasionally posting but, for the most part,...
In Blackest Night – I’m Going To Write A Book
As readers of my blog will surely know, I have a tendency to say ‘I’m thinking of doing x, y or z‘. The unfortunate thing is, upon reflecting on the use of language, it’s...
In Blackest Night – Childe Craig To The Dark Tower Came
The Gunslinger fled across the Desert, and the Black Dog followed Although my writing is predominantly of an autobiographical/personal point of view, I do try (mostly fail) to write in a way that caters to...
