I sat down on the edge of my bed, grimacing as I slid my shoes off. My feet – red, warm and clinging to my socks like they were attached – ached at the pressure and movement. I quickly lifted them off the ground, hovering the soles above my thin carpet. ‘You should have sprung for the shoes with arch supports,’ my mum said from the doorway, eyebrow raised in silent judgement above the pile of laundry she was carrying. ‘I thought I had,’ I grumbled back at her, collapsing onto my bed with a sigh. ‘I think that guy in…

                  I recently bought new shoes online and I have to say – amazing idea! No regrets! They fit my feet perfectly, with barely any pinching at all. Well, when I say barely, I obviously mean a lot. But for an online purchase, I think I did pretty well! My husband has been really negative on my journey, but he’s always struggled to see my visions as reality, like I do on a daily basis. I try to tell him it’s about manifestation, but he just keeps going on and on about the amount of blood spilling out of my shoes. It’s…

                  I went for a walk in the park today and it was lovely. So many birds, so few people! I’ve always liked birds more than people, I’m beginning to realise: they’re so colourful and beautiful, with singing voices that gently bounce around the sky.   Plus, they disappear before you can get too attached.   I’ve become a bit of a birder since Francis died. He did so love to take a quiet stroll amongst them in the park, making no noise except for when he quietly pointed out a particularly vibrant specimen and murmured its name to me. As much…

                    I don’t even know why I’m writing this blog post. Something about needing to express myself, my doctor told me? What does she know? I bet most of her diplomas are fake anyway. Who ever heard of a university in Cheltenham, anyway?   She told me I need to write down everything I think. Just a stream of… something. Concussions? No. Consciousness, that’s right. Stream of consciousness. Just, whatever I want to write down. Like this. Or this. Or this.   This sucks.   Should I describe my room? No, that’s boring, even for me and I’m the only one…