From Barking to Baking

I don't trust the police. I don't like them and I don't trust them. This is an in-built defence mechanism from a childhood Fran ...

My friends are worried. My family is on high alert. Sarah's yo-yo-ing between trusting I know what I am doing, and being equally as haun...

  A light as gone out in my life. I have few, if any, strong men, male figures in my life. I never have. I have surrounded myself with the o...

Trigger warning* - talk of suicide When I arrived into prison, I was a quivering wreck, shell-shock doesn't quite cover it and regardles...

  It is tiresome. And we grow weary, the both of us. Having lived it, felt it and somehow, someway, come out of the other side together. I d...

It's very unusual for me to take a moment, pause and then sit down to write. It's even more unusual for me to type, write, scribe, s...

Once a month, sometimes less, sometimes more. I google her. Mostly to check she’s still alive and not had some glamours funeral I knew nothi...