Its amazing how much difference a drop of kindness makes. Yesterday, I had to go to Moorfields again. I was dreading it, but I decided to go, hoping they might be helpful and offer me some new magnifiers. I’ve learned not to expect too much from them. Not to set my hopes too high. I… Continue reading A Drop of Kindness
Category: Mental health
Novel Dreams
As a child, I always dreamed of writing a novel. I wanted to be like my hero Tolkien. Write a fantasy novel set somewhere wonderful, full of action and adventure and danger and monsters. I tried several times, to write a novel. I would write whole sections of it at school, between lessons, on trains.… Continue reading Novel Dreams
Why I Love Headphones
I love headphones. I carry a set everywhere. I wear them all the time. I have a favorite set, a green pair I bought on Amazon ages ago, but have really good sound and are super comfortable. I even have a spare blue pair, just in case. I love headphones. I can’t concentrate in silence.… Continue reading Why I Love Headphones
A Happier Writer
A lot of writing is miserable. A lot of stories tend to gravitate towards dark themes; illness, depression, death etc. A lot of stories are miserable, with tragic endings. It’s because, a lot of the time, these are things that are popular with readers. It’s more emotive, more poignant. The reader can relate and enjoy… Continue reading A Happier Writer
Standing in the Sea
Today I did something I would never have done when I was younger. I walked into the sea, barefoot. As a child. I was scared of the sea. I wouldn’t go in. I wouldn’t even go near. Looking back, I’m not entirely sure why. But the sea isn’t so scary anymore. In fact, I have… Continue reading Standing in the Sea
Not A Hero
Today, I got frustrated with something my mum said. She said I’m her hero, for living life with a visual impairment. I’ve heard it many times, said by many people. I don’t feel like a hero. I didn’t defeat Hela or stop the Green Goblin to get to where I am today. I struggled, and… Continue reading Not A Hero
Feelings about Pink
I used to hate wearing pink. As a child, I wouldn’t wear it. My mum would choose items for me, pink dresses and tops. I would always prefer blue or green. Any colour but pink. The pink items she bought me went unused, never worn, never even touched. Looking back, I’m not really sure why… Continue reading Feelings about Pink