Dreaming All Night

Losing someone creates unexpected ripples or perhaps humongous waves that seem to hide beneath the surface, but then the next hour along and you’re swept away in a tide of despair all over again. It can be the slightest remark or smallest memory that pings back to your conscious and a small laugh of comfort…

World Mental Health Day

Here is a post I uploaded last year to mark World Mental Health Day. What’s the point in writing something new when this about sums it up? Enjoy! Today marks World Mental Health Day where charities, organisations and businesses come together to raise awareness of mental health illnesses. It allows all of these wonderful advocates…

62nd (1st October, 1955)

Dear Pa. Today would have been your 62nd birthday. The First of October, 1955. One of my favourite days in my all time favourite month. Me and Mum have just got back from a week in Cornwall where we were thoroughly sandblasted but also spoilt rotten with turquoise seas and clear blue skies. In that…

Batten Down the Hatches

The best way to describe this week is using the old English saying, batten down the hatches. Somehow when dealing with depression for years you begin to develop a sort of psychic ability that you can register when you’ve reached a tipping point. Don’t get me wrong, the Sertraline I’ve been prescribed has definitely started…

Voice of the Patient Day

The wonderful people at Action for Pulmonary Fibrosis invited me to the Voice of the Patient Day this past Saturday, an annual event for those with close personal links to Pulmonary Fibrosis to come together and share their thoughts and opinions on how best we can come together to raise awareness and support those who…

IPF World Week

Today marks the first day of Worldwide IPF Week, where charities, organisations, healthcare professionals, patients and loved ones all come together to raise awareness of Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. Whilst those who have been reading my blog for some time may already be aware of this devastating disease, it doesn’t hurt to remind you of some…

Collecting Conkers

The past couple of days have been a slog, I’ve felt mostly lethargic and tired with just no motivation. Yet, something magical happened. I started writing. With absolutely no warning whatsoever I took to the keyboard and it just overflowed, it spilled out of me and gave me the answers to everything that had stumped…

Switching Off the Oxygen

  This post is written with love and care for those directly dealing with IPF or a similar progressive and terminal illness. It contains quite sensitive and upsetting material. Often, I find myself recounting memories that understandably are framed front and centre in my mind. In the immediate aftermath of my Father’s death the memories…