All of my stories are selected from the filing cabinets of my own brain, they’re all true.
Instead of juggling my emotions alone, i‘ve decided to share them with you.
Thanks for taking a look inside the life and mind of Emma Louise <3
My Own Giant Beanstalk
Jack’s mother, or someone similar, scattered some magic beans and one landed in the pit of my stomach - in my sacral space. The seed grew and thrived and blossomed over time. It’s roots grew down out of my root chakra and into my legs, it’s tendrils eventually emerging from the soles of my feet and continuing downward, down, down, down. Not into the soil of the earth but into THAT time. I am fixed in that moment in time. Stuck. It’s trunk replaced my trunk, filling me completely. It’s spiny branches have replaced my own arms and it grew out of my finger tips, which now tremble often when they didn't before. It’s branches climbed for the skies and filled my neck, head and the entirety of my brain. The synapses that once fired with jokes, memes, fun, laughter, joy and often laughed at times that were inappropriate have been replaced with the vibrating branches of fear, worry, anxiety, dread, horror, nervousness and terror.
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Office.
I used to work in an office in Manchester City Centre. I would catch the bus on Oldham Road at 7:55am, which would take me straight into town. The bus was always full of fellow office workers, men in ties, and woman in heels, it’s just the way it was.
I have three boys. I am obsessed with them. I crave their giggles when I can’t hear them, I long for their smiles when I can’t see them, I even sniff their clothes ( t-shirts, never pants or socks!) before I chuck them into the washing machine. I adore them. They are like my drug of choice. They‘re all teenagers now, and I am loving watching them grow into fine young men.