The past year has challenged every fibre of my resolute determination. I will not, I cannot ever go back to that dark, foreboding place that put me on the brink of death. I have so much to live for.
Those that bullied me brought me to a profound crossroad in my life. A broken, shadow of a man who found the way out as I lay dying on a hospital bed. I clung onto the loving power instilled in me by the hug from my then nine year old son, Tristan. My son saved my life for he gave me a reason to live.
I choose to live with rather than suffer from my mental illness. My illness, not a curse. An ironic blessing that's humbled and inspired me.
While I still struggle with getting any semblance of blogging momentum back, I have, once again, switched off comments. I know you will understand. I'm grateful to you.
"Ten Years After" and this song is still so very poignant.
Penny the Jack Russell dog
The heart of this blog
Together, we have a visualisation
A blessed realisation
Of the flag of peace unfurled
In an all different, all equal world.
