England based carer, live with girlfriend. will write for all areas but especially mental health and disability. though as stuff for filthy seems popular will try there too
Trying to write a top ten
One of my favourite djs, ironically on a talk station, often mentions writing a top hundred of his favourite songs . Then the plan was to make a play list, sounds like a good idea doesn't it? The answer depends on how important music is to you and how much of your life it inhabits.
the night owl
Working nights wasn't fun, it meant the same patients but a fraction of the staff. It didn't really help that the home was so remote, almost hidden away in a forest. The only upside was if you managed a break you could go outside and share it with the local wildlife.
With all the extra stress of the age the chance to escape in to a calm place is essential. A chance to block out the noise with your own noise, decide what's disturbing you. The difference for me is the louder and heavier it is the better it calms me.
there is an end
This is written as advice, help and based on many years experience. I am not a virus expert but take all my advice from those that are.
I had kids young and so became a grown up early. Luckily got a well paid job and became normal and average. Going to work 5 or 6 days a week, earning good money but spending it all on grown up bills. Especially as my ex wife was allergic to paying bills.
Flash back to the crush
The tragic events of the deaths at the Astroworld concert. I have been at the front for many concerts over many years, this event brought flashbacks of the biggest and most tragic. It was when I was 18, although I am now 51 some days it seems very recent.
my safe space
Home is where my head is behind the locked door away from the big bad world safe in my own part of my world Only the chosen may enter
suicide is ......................
I write this as try and process a suicide of someone I know. I have had experience of losing people I know and also being involved as part of a job. Some cases appear almost spur of the moment and some appear to be a long build up. Some are random and some have planning, like the last person I knew.
Hit the lights
Bill knew how lucky to still have a job, with unemployment at 74% he was in a minority. His only worry was if anyone noticed how redic0usley easy it was. Obviously after the machines had risen to kill so many they couldn't be trusted to go back to the menial chores they had before.
Remember me in the meadow
Every time they had visited his mothers grave stone his wife had made him repeat the promise , the plan they had made many years before. That when one of them died that they should be cremated and their ashes scattered in the marigold meadow that was growing in the corner of the cemetery. They always sat on the bench looking at the beautiful colours during the spring and summer, always waiting for their return when the weather was harsh.
don't look inside
She had lifted it, shook it and tried to weight it. She had sniffed it, she had tried to look inside without removing the brown paper and she had held it up to a bright light. Her husband said don't look inside, its your special present." Its what you deserve and what you have earned, when I come back from the business trip I will let you open it" was clearly written on a label.
Nan and Pops cafe
Come try the tastiest chocolate cake, the crunchiest cookies and the most full bodied milkshakes in town read the sign. It was a fairly basic looking café on the outside but once inside everyone agreed it was worth a visit. The owners, affectionally known as Nan and Pops , had inherited the café many years ago and run it ever since. It was perfectly placed , in the corner of the town and by the main road. So locals and passing vehicles could enjoy the varied fayre.