I'm imagining what it must be like to be twelve. I have a twelve year old daughter. Just on the cusp of her teenage years. I can already see the hormones surge through her body. A palpable change. The start of her journey towards womanhood. How scary. How exciting. For her and us, her parents. … Continue reading Teenagers
She is on her phone again. Talking, listening to music, playing on apps. Not playing with me. Not talking to me. Not holding me. I'm twelve years old. I'm her only child. I don't have a dad. Well that's not true. I go to stay in his house one night every two weeks. He's usually … Continue reading Play With Me
How can I explain my feelings when I don't understand them myself. They don't make sense. I don't make sense. Why do I feel and think differently to others. I am not implying that I am special in some way. I am not, but I watch others: how they act; what they say; what they … Continue reading As Open As a Book Written by Me
I am so angry right now. People who I thought cared about me have acted in manners that show the opposite. I am trying to rise above it. I am finding it unbelievably difficult. I have asked many people for their opinions on these issues. Everyone has agreed that the people have acted selfishly and … Continue reading Anger, Frustration and Fear
God I'm tired. So bloody exhausted. I feel like my energy has drained out of every pore, in a continuous flow, and now that flow is near its end. It's all used up. My body has detected this, and is trying to preserve its resources as best it can. I can barely walk. Each step … Continue reading Is cailín tuirseach mé
Do you remember your first real friend? The one who you couldn't wait to see? The one who you cycled, laughed, ran, got into trouble with? That bond was so strong. You were so young, and of course, so cool. There were others in the group, but he was your bestie. Do you remember your … Continue reading Remember?