I was supposed to be sharing self-portraits just from June, but ended up with some of July's in the June's Portraits folder and I'm too knackered to take them out now, so you're getting some of July's creations too. And before you scream in the comments, yes, I'm very much aware that the bone in… Continue reading June (and some of July’s) Self-Portraits
Would someone be so kind as to explain exactly where the actual fuck this past week has gone? Time is taking the piss this year. Despite this somewhat aggressive introduction, I've had a primarily superb weekend. I video messaged with a friend today without hiding my face. I went live on Instagram for the first… Continue reading The Darker, The Better – Things From The Pages Of My Notebook
Friends, hello. This week has been a beast determined to eat me from the inside out. I've been feeling weak and moody and hellishly frustrated at not being able to march forward at my usual pace. (Oh, and my stomach is still giving me grief.) I sat down today, though and gave myself a good… Continue reading What Wyrd Shit Is She Up To Now?
This isn’t as much of a beast as last week’s Things From The Pages Of My Notebook post you'll probably be relieved to know, predominantly because I’ve just given you bits from a one notebook instead of three. I hope there’s something of worth here for you to take away. What I Want To Achieve… Continue reading I Need To Do This. I Have To. I Can’t Not. – Things From The Pages Of My Notebook
For years and years and YEARS, I've been searching for a felted collar that I could feel embody the wyrd person I am and which would accompany me on my evolvement from a broken human being to a secure, courageous, spirited woman. I wanted a collar I could wear every day when I try and… Continue reading Freedom In Felt – My Filzfein Felted Collar
So, I was having a fucking brilliant day until the receptionist from the doctors rang to tell me that the blood I’d given recently for checks had come back and that my full blood count was showing that my white blood cells were low. Naturally, my mood plummeted, and my health anxiety lurched from around the corner, smirking and saying, ‘well, well, well, we meet again!’
The doctor will be calling me in the morning, so it’s doubtful I’ll get any shut-eye tonight. It’s happened before that my white blood cell count has been low, but I’m panicking and thinking the worst because that’s what I do. I went on to make myself feel even worse by watching a video and then another about the barbaric Yulin Dog Meat Festival. And then my dad had to go to urgent care because his blood pressure was through the roof. They’re keeping…
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For weeks and weeks and weeks, I’ve been hounding myself to go back through my notebooks and copy out everything significant. I finally got around to doing it today but only managed to plough through three of five. I’m going to make an attempt (so no promises!) to try and do a ‘Things From The Pages… Continue reading Go Not Near Her She Is Of Witching Way – Things From The Pages Of My Notebook
I've been trying to write a blog post where I tell you about life in May for the past three days, and I've been closing it down in frustration because nothing has been coming out the way I want it to. It feels too much of a challenge. Blogging had been coming so naturally since… Continue reading This Is An Uncomfortable Situation
Hello? Is anyone still there? It's been a long while, I know. I've missed being here, gods, I've really missed it. But May was a whirlwind of a month, and I'm still trying to find my feet after it threw me back down to earth. I want to update you on all that happened –… Continue reading May’s Self-Portraits
As you’ll know, if you’ve read the About Us page, this blog is hosted by me, Katie and Meghan, and we make up the band Cave Mouth. The lyrics on several of the songs that feature on our albums Hex and The Dark Has Teeth are attempts to distil my experience with depression.
As it’sMental Health Awareness Weekin the UK from the 10th to the 16th of May, I thought it would be a good idea to make a playlist featuring these tracks. You’ll notice when you listen that most of the songs have very sparse lyrics because on some days, writing just a few words was all I could manage.
I see Hex and The Dark Has Teeth are gigantic FUCK YOU’S in the face of depression. I hope that, if you’re currently held hostage by ill mental health, these songs might offer some moments of clarity…
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