I’m sat in my kitchen trying to persuade my husband to let my nephew come and stay. He’ll be a big help I tell him knowing full well he has every inch of his project carefully mapped out. He’s doing our garden. It’s a huge undertaking and I know that everything needs to happen inContinue reading “Grief has changed me.”
I’m reading the most beautiful book by Giles Paley-Phillips. It’s called One Hundred and Fifty-two days and it’s just about the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Giles is a children’s author but I wasn’t familiar with his books. Instead I came across him on twitter as he often tweets about positivity and mentalContinue reading “Addiction is not a choice”
Shortly after releasing my book my wonderful friend, Cath put me in touch with Traver Boehm. I wasn’t familiar with him at the time but they shared a mutual friend and he had kindly agreed to interview me for The UNcivilized Podcast. Now I hate the sound of my own voice but I’ll happily talkContinue reading “Podcast with Traver Boehm: I talk about surviving the loss of a family member to addiction”
So today is the first anniversary of the UK’s lockdown and a day to reflect and remember all we have lost to COVID-19. And of course, all I can think about is my truly wonderful Dad. The man whose voice I hear in my head a thousand times every day, whose dressing gown I wrapContinue reading “Not Dad too. Not my dad.”
I want to share something from the other side. I want to speak directly to the families of addicts. The people that feel they can’t carry on.
I write about death and speak about it far more than I ever imagined I would. And yet, I still consider myself upbeat and positive. I still love nothing more than being sarcastic and a bit daft (ask my kids!). Because while being bereaved has certainly changed my life, it has not changed who IContinue reading “Moving forward”
I always hoped that I would one day find the time to write a book. In the same way I wistfully day-dream I’ll retire by the sea and spend lazy days walking a dog up and down a beach. And I don’t even have a dog! Yet, here I am, an author. Part of thatContinue reading “How writing helped me come to terms with my brother’s death”
I really struggle to accept that he is not a person anymore. Death I can accept, at least I think I can, but the knowledge that there isn’t a Dad shaped being on this earth is too much to bear.