I woke up the morning after I found out that my brother had died, and went to the bedroom window staring out on a day that was bright and sunny. Across the road from the high rise I was living in at the time was a garage. Cars lined up Continue Reading

It’s torture everyday, there can be no running away. Time is my enemy all the hours all the days. Up the stairs at night but no sleep tight. I will bleed I will cry, I will feel like it might make me die. No one will see or hear. The Continue Reading

During these times of self isolation and social distancing I want to try and contribute something helpful and hopefully comforting. I’ve had experience of being socially isolated and being at home a lot when I’ve been recovering from Complex PTSD. For me it has seemed to be the nature of Continue Reading

My brother Nick died suddenly in a car accident 20 years ago, he was only 30. I think of him every day . Those years that have passed since he died have not eased any of the longing to have him back , to see him walk in the room Continue Reading