reflection on that other world

Climb back into my shell I suppose.

My mum misses the way I would call all the time,

I miss reaching out to my dad, to my brother, to my friends.

If my financial infrastructure was in place,

And I had safety guards on my public or social media expression,

Perhaps I could live with one foot in that world.… Read the rest

the real world is lonely

Landing hard tonight. And notice that I am emotionally isolated from the people in my world again. I don’t know what is worse – feeling distant from people and the world, or the chaos, the excessive, colourful expression and my ‘otherworldly’ reality.… Read the rest

the truth is. . .

Stuff this!!

It is one of those rare occasions when I get a glimpse of freedom. Except it is just another prison cell somewhere else.

Turtle has up and gone. It feels like an opportunity to let the whole ship slide down the street and out to sea.… Read the rest

The rewarding nature of potential

The thing about doing support work is the intoxicating potential of possibilities for people in my care. As someone who has a particular talent for seeing what could be possible, I find it very rewarding to stand back on my mountain, watch someone climb theirs, and see possible paths to a more meaningful and purposeful life.… Read the rest