Waiting for happy newsto come across the radiowaves, I’m stuck home with the blueswaiting for happy news. Waiting for happy newswhich might come in an email:‘Well done! You’ve won! We loveyour work.’ Instead, insideit’s dark, I wait for happy news. Waiting for happy news:the cure! So simpleand a medical profession who recognisethere are millions like… Continue Reading →
Just go:you’ve said enough,so let’s not make it tougheron ourselves. This isn’t an excuse to stay in bed: I feelas if my head is in a vice, and I’m so tiredof trying tobe nice, sopleasejustgo. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse I have PMDD. I’ve written about this a lot, but this… Continue Reading →
Cowering in the cupboard: well I would be if I could emitting a sharp hiss at the slightest approach of danger. Well it’s almost like this:‘Get back!’ I hiss ‘And leave me to face the dark side alone, againI didn’t ask for this, but I’ve been given…’ ‘There are worse things happen at sea’you say, and so… Continue Reading →
I must admit, this week has been something of a car crash for me. My first piece of advice to you in this ‘How-not-to’ of lockdown parenting would be ‘Don’t have PMDD;’ the second ‘don’t invite your mother-in-law if you do.’ Trials, tribulations and triggers We talk a lot about triggers these days when it… Continue Reading →
Another week of PMDD hell. By Monday I was almost beside myself, I was feeling so bad. I just wanted to talk to somebody who could understand. But who in my circle could understand? I am incredibly difficult to live with when I’m going through this, and sometimes the least damaging thing I can do… Continue Reading →
Today, I would like to share one of my poems from Wounds I Healed, which, as I write, is still No.1 New Release in Poetry Anthologies on Amazon.com! I am blown away by the amount of support and good wishes we have received from the many wonderful people who have contributed to the anthology, or… Continue Reading →
Today, I’m stepping outside the normal remit of my blog a little, so feel free to ignore this post if it’s not relevant to you. I very much want it to be relevant to all the ladies out there who, like me, are suffering from PMDD. I want you to know that you are not… Continue Reading →
If my sobriety were a baby, I should be giving birth today, to a Brand New Me. Or perhaps just to the Old Me, which would be the Young Me, before I started drinking. Unfortunately, I’ve been through a tough time over the last few days, and all the old behaviours are coming back: shouting… Continue Reading →
Another week, another seven micro-poems for Twitter! Unfortunately, PMDD hit me really hard this month, and sapped me of much of my poetic inspiration. You will notice a few poems about PMDD here. In including them, I hope to be able to reach other sufferers and raise awareness and understanding of the condition. I ended… Continue Reading →
As today is World Suicide Prevention Day, I am reposting my poem ‘Sorry Mate,’ which is included in the Indie Blu(e) Anthology Through The Looking Glass:Reflecting on Madness and Chaos Within. Sorry Mate As I sank into the depths of alcoholismdepression and despair not a soul around me seemed to careexcept the man who stood next… Continue Reading →
