The Friend Collector
Someone once told me that I was a collector of friends, as though I had a bingo card of world experiences and when I met someone who matched one, I would silently tick it off and add their friendship to my stash.
I found it a very odd comment.
This was when I had just joined university. A place that was big, scary and away from the comfort and familiarity of my former schooling and I loved the teachers so much, they cried when I left.
Finding calm in the chaos
I’m going through a very turbulent time at the moment which it seems a lot of people are. A lot of thoughts are swilling round my head and I often find my mind drifting off into nothingness while watching or reading. I’ve avoided messages and invitations from friends. When I did meet up with one at the weekend, towards the end of the day I drifted off into nothing again and I guess it’s my way of coping.
I just read Claire Pooley’s book “The People on Platform 5” and a…
Hello! I thought I would give this a go. I love writing as it helps my mental health and to make sense of things.
I’ve written blogs, articles and copy but all for other people. I have so many notebooks and, in more recent years Notes on my phone of poems and unfinished stories or observations of nature.
I’ve recently dipped my toe a bit …