Tag Archives: self-help

Operation Rorret Ylliad

Ok. This it it. Once more into the breach, yadda yadda… Just keep your head, don’t draw attention, you’ll sail through. Keep your eyes open, stay alert, don’t let your guard down. No funny business, no schoolboy errors, no kid’s … Continue reading

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Reader’s Indigestion

My eyes snapped open. Discomfort, pain, trouble breathing… I first thought that it was my body position giving me grief, so I shifted a little – not too much, as my partner was lying against my side – and tried … Continue reading

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Lost & Found

A bullet on a chain. It had belonged to my brother, and shortly after switching schools I began wearing it as a talisman. I fancied that it could ward off evil spirits and provide me with confidence into the bargain. … Continue reading

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Slightest Gusts

A lot of the time in life you can feel like you’re hanging on by your fingernails. Just clinging to the precipice, desperately hoping that something or someone will come along to help you up, brush you off, and give … Continue reading

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On the Eve of Admission to Psychiatric Hospital

Tomorrow I will be admitted as an in-patient in one of Dublin’s luxurious and prestigious mental health institutions. Go me. This is the second time I have had to head in, the initial occasion being in 2012. I had a … Continue reading

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All filler no killer

This afternoon me mam asked had I been writing while she was away, and I realised that not one word has escaped my pen (or keyboard) since 2014. Why? What reason have I for such fantastic indolence? I have a … Continue reading

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Is this navel worthy of such gazing?

Nervous and twitchy, I chew at my own cheeks. When I am like this, it feels like anyone and everyone in my environment is looking at me. Judging me. Laughing at me. Criticizing me. I can’t speak for other sufferers … Continue reading

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